I saw stars...

idol computer stars that would be. But still stars nonetheless. Quite the eventful weekend. Had a smashing good night on Friday. Her name was Hazel and she had jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. Mmmm. Oh the adventures. Jo Kerri and Esmerelda and I hit the town. It was such a novelty to go out like a normal person on a Friday night. What fun. Had a few funny e-mails from the light eyed vixen this morning. Technology adds a really odd dimension to these sorts of things....

Saturday morning although a wee bit painful (hangover) was fun. Spoke briefly with mum in the early aft. then headed to Soho to help Kerry do some shopping. I now know why people make so much money here. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that there is just an endless amount of nice things to buy here... you need money! Had this really strange thing in the Diesel style lab shop... we were waiting for Kerry to try on the 300th pair of jeans and Jo, Esmerelda and I were sprawled on the sofa at the back of the shop. The three of us sat mesmerized by this angelic sales guy. Now it was the strangest thing because we all sat and stared at him for about 15 mins before we all realized that we were all absolutely captivated by is beauty. Now it was really odd... because no one was thinking "my god I fancy him" it was more like he was a piece of art. His face was like porcelain and his style so unique and his spirit so gentle. It was really neat. I know we were in the shop for almost an hour and the three of us sat there slack jawed not knowing quite what to think of the situation. We chose to sit and absorb.

Sunday was spent at Camden with Jo and Kerry... as Kerry's marathon shopping spree continued. It was the ultimate test of my fortitude... I have 0 money till the end of the month so I could not shop... I was feeling healthy for the first time in over a week and jonesing for a cigarette more than I would like to admit. I managed to not smoke....

Spent a few hours at the gym on Sunday night. It was one of those workouts where you could run on the treadmill forever. A wee bit of Roni Size can get you a long way. By the time I got home it was 10pm and I was so full of endorphins that I couldn't sleep. So I cleaned my room. Sorted out my washing. Cleaned the sitting room... did a budget...rang my mum... texted Dan... then finally just before midnight, fell asleep.

Morning came quickly today and with things going wrong all around me I managed to bumble my way to the launderette and drop off my washing and then finally made it to the gym at about 8h10... had a quick workout... and then dragged my butt to the office. The mountains of paperwork didn't disappear over the weekend. Dan has just written to tell me that she's taken to violently biting off the chocolate bunny's heads that she's eating in a fit of depression due to my financial distress... she's not liking me not being able to play this Thursday coming up. I think she's suffering from a bit of withdrawal from having missed last Thursday... she makes me laugh.

My new book and CD that my boss bought me arrived this morning. He's the best! I can't wait to get home to give a proper listen to the new lamb album. I'll have to let Jeffie know that I haven't missed the show... it's on the 19th and 20th but that brings me sadly back to the lack of funds issue... ah such is life I suppose. No bads, only goods. Chins up as my mother would say.