B-Movie was good, though I felt like a stranger in a strange land. Vegging in Ilford was good though I felt like I should have the energy to do more. Instead of the gig that Jane/Simon did I spent the evening on a train, reading a Tim Powers book loaned by jfs that felt like PotC with a little more attention to history and a lead that wasn't Orlando Bloom (though he should still consider legal action!). Sunday was pottering around the Festival of History where re-enactment started to appeal.
Other than that, it's been a non-eventful week. I've played badminton, I've spent too much money on stock for the Dark Arts stall at Infest ("Roll up! Roll up! Buy a print!") and have had a second jab (which only took an hour and a bit in true NHS efficiency). Apparently pax_draconis reckons each shot costs £800 so I suppose I should just be grateful that I'm getting some kind of refund off the NHS. In truth I was more driven absolutely nuts by the crap TV in the waiting room.
Today I have to finish booking a skiing holiday (the excitement! the cost!) head south, tomorrow is Evita, Saturday is excising all traces of my existence from my parent's house and Sunday is SBA in Southampton.
In the meantime I've been enjoying Radio 4 too much, been attempting to get enough sleep and trying to avoid panic about work/photo backlog/Infest/other stuff.
This morning? I feel I've passed the worst. I'm strangely optimistic. How long will it last??