I'm also debating calling off The Calling. It seems very stupid for me to go, this time - like those people in horror films who say "Well, there's something moving about outside our log cabin, we know the woods are haunted by flesh-eating ghosts, but I'll just go and check if it's a deer 'cause I really fancy some fresh venison."
Right, well. I'm now going to cry a lot and watch Popworld and Hollyoaks.
I hate weekends. I despise weekends. Weekends have for months been the time when everyone who's been pretending to like me during the week suddenly has people they actually *want* to see.
Look at me, everyone! I'm the loneliest girl in the world. Heh.