To cut a long story short, the weekend just past was absolutely amazing. I am so glad that I got out of St Andrews. As much as I love it here, sometimes the place (and the people *grin*) really do my head in. And so, Sara and I drove (well,Sara drove while I played cds and fed her sweets and energy drinks) down to Manchester to stay with Ishwin. Thanks must be given to Ishwin and his lovely flatmates for their hospitality. They were brilliant. They love a drink (or two) as much as us St Andrews kids do!! I spent many hours on their couch,drinking and chatting with them about all sorts of random bullshit....and in the process,I might have found myself again..sorry for getting all obscure,cryptic,vague here....I can't quite explain it...I do know that mentally,I feel alot more refreshed and ready for life and all the shit it has to throw at me....I feel revitalised and much better than I did all of last month.
I must also mention that I did make some very good purchases down in Manchester (oooh,retail therapy....)...I got me a wicked vintage green ski jacket type thing (vanity pictures up soon!) and 2 very nice cds......thank you so much Ru for introducing me to The Postal Service. I finally bought their cd and I cannot stop listening to it...it is more or less the soundtrack to last weekend and maybe the soundtrack of my life.....maybe not,that might be taking things too far....right,have to end here...starvation is screaming into my ear.