Or, to put it less pretentiously, I've gone through hell in the last couple of days, but all of it has been other people's hell; thus, they need your time and energy more than I do but please be a bit gentle with me anyway. It's been rough. Edit : 'Be gentle with me' does not mean 'I can't deal with any more stress, please don't drop anything else on my head'. I'm really ok, despite everything, and if there's anything I can do I am still here for people and I can cope - please don't keep things back from me because you're worried I won't be able to deal with them. Please? Thank you.
Anyway...
Friday night was Back From The Future, which would have been great had it not been packed to the gills with drunken idiots who did several of the things I can't forgive clubgoers for, such as standing like lemons on the dancefloor chatting to their mates during songs they didn't want to dance to, and trying to come up and slobber over you after you've quite clearly told them to fuck off and die. I couldn't actually dance at all after the first couple of hours, so spent the rest of the evening catching people's angst and getting migrainey. The music really was great, it's just somewhat stifling not to be able to dance to really good music. Ah well. There were lovely people there, in amongst the drunks and bag ladies and such.
Collapsed at
Then back to
Broken and aching and bloody and drained. But, y'know, that's just me, and none of it's *my* angst, so I'm ok really. ~smile~
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