I honest to god have nothing whatsoever to blog about tonight. Nothing at all. But that will not stop me. Oh god. I actually feel terrible. I thought it was just hayfever but it’s gone beyond that. It is possible that taking way too much supposedly ‘non-drowsy’ (LIES) hayfever medication is making me feel this delirious (like the christian rock legends), but maybe it’s something else or a combination or something I don’t know.

My mum is out the hospital and she is okay, so that’s good. Last night at Julia’s was good fun for a while, but then it got inevitably bad. Lots of storming out of rooms and crying in the street. Behold my epic inability to deal with my problems in any kind of dignified, grown up or successful way. If you have something to say to me, say it, otherwise get the hell out of my life. I honestly can’t imagine what you could ever want to say to me, though, and why you would ever think that I would want to listen anymore. Some people proved themselves to be a lot better than I was giving them credit for, though.

I bought a tent as all previous tent plans had fallen through. It’s a cheap one. I am getting excited for festivals. Hopefully Latitude will be okay, and Truck should be amazing and I think I really want to go to Camp Bestival too.

I have nothing to do whatsoever. Someone ask me something, or add me on Facebook and say hi on their awful chat client. I need some sort of human interaction before my brain falls out. My usual late night facebook conversation friend appears to have got a job. Booooo.

I can’t be bothered to read over this so I have no idea how coherent it is.

And this is why I was so hayfevered: half an hour sat under a tree in the park behind the church. Horrific. I hate having hayfever, though sainsbury’s own brand of hayfever pills are better than all the benadryl and name brand stuff I’ve ever used.

Oh yeah, I got new aviators too, seeing as how my old ones fell apart and disappeared. They’re reflective. So. Y’know. Aviators are the only sunglasses that suit me.