Rock and roll. Hopefully rock and roll with a tiny bit less total insanity this time. Although I wouldn't bank on it.
Other things : going home for the weekend, my birthday on Monday, not doing anything about it though. Tired. Not very well. Some people are lovely. My nan is very disappointed in me for leaving the Guildhall. Can't do much right. Can't seem to stop lying about things to make life easier for everyone else. Ill, bah. Everything seems a bit endless. Can't wait to whisk notintheseheels off to Thorpe Park for the day. Have to, though. Wait, I mean.