I have a date for moving into the new flat! which is a good thing. Unfortunately it seems to have ramped up my occasional agoraphobia by 100% so now the idea of getting out of my front door is making me have pointless panic attacks. Why do I have to be a mental? Ugh. I'll manage for work tomorrow, but I need to get out today as well, really, and I can't see that happening. I am stuck inside watching crime drama and doing cross stitch :/ which is fine, but for god's sake, when will I ever get back what I had?
By the way, you may have been seeing adverts for Florence & The Machine's album everywhere for the last couple of months and thinking 'oh god, this is everywhere, it must be terrible NME-sanctioned indie', like I did. Don't let it pass you by. About a third of it is pointless; the rest is one of the most amazing albums I've heard in years. 'Howl' and 'Cosmic Love' especially are just earth-shatteringly gorgeous. I am smitten.