Title goes here.Thanks for all your birthday wishes, guys. They were much appreciated. Just like every year I spent the preceding weeks lamenting the fact I'm getting old- and just like every year, I don't feel any different in the aftermath.My birthday was actually really nice this year. Didn't plan anything too extravagant: I ended up going to the pub in the early evening with the usual rabble, before proceeding to Frankie and Benny's for foodstuffs and more beverages. There were fourteen of us in all, which is more than I'd expected - we may have made somewaiters angry when we asked for a bigger table, but such is life, I suppose. Ate far too much, and had happy birthday sung to me with a candle in my Cinnamon Waffle. Also, there is video footage on Facebook of me singing Billy Jean, whilst on helium. Baffling behaviour, really. After settling up, the survivors headed to Ride, an awesome bar whose open mic nights I attend most Tuesdays. On Sundays they have an evening of acoustic music as well as a selection of free cheese. If you're ever in the area, I heartily recommend it. Somehow I ended up playing a short set on my own birthday, and true to my attention-whorish nature, loved every minute of it. Birthdays are a good excuse to initiate surges of personal proactivity, and that's just what I'm doing: went to the gym for the first time in months on Monday, and played squash yesterday. On Friday I'm booked in for a fitness programme meeting - I'm finally going to get some professional advice about sorting things out. I've spent too much of this year feeling sorry for myself, and I relish the change. Two quick questions for anyone who's gotten this far: I have a week off, starting this Sunday: what should I do with it? Also, is it worth shelling out sixty quid for Windows 7? Why? Thank your for your time. Much love. <3 Ps: I remember why I hate writing journals on my iPod. |
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