Just Breathe, That's The Key...

I think its fair to say that I shouldn't have written anything in the mood I was in yesterday, and I believe that it was almost wholly down to the nightmare that I had had. It was so strange and it brought me to tears, a grown man like me crying because of a bad dream, I know I'm a sap. 

Though, thankfully, there are things in this world that reminded me to have a good day, Innocent Smoothies with Wooly Hats on for instance, and then realising that there are people in this world that put Wooly Hats on Innocent Smoothies.

Wodgey also talked me out of my mental state, which I'm always grateful for.

So, birthday plans. Pill tells me that everyone gets three days - or so he has calculated, though DarkHorse and HB both got a meal, and Tag got a sleepover and a trip to Alton Towers (it was a long way away I suppose). Therefore, apart from Thursday Night Lights, I've been thinking maybe a fancy meal or something Saturday Evening. What do peeps think?

It would appear I'm a bit rubbish at organising things for my own enjoyment. I've decided I'm going to force myself on Tag's hospitality Wednesday for some writing while he enjoys GTA 5 in his underwear. Perhaps I'll make him walk around the forest with me. We'll see what the weather does.

I think my mother is up to something. She keeps asking me when I'm off this week, during the week. So, maybe that's my third thing. She completely stole my 25th birthday's idea for my Father's 60th and my Italian Mother's 50th next year. Hobbit Dance in a Nature Reserve, Hog Roast and everything, and a 110 Guests to match their ages. She was drunk I suppose.

I've been thinking about Christmas a bit as well. And as it is the only guaranteed day off I will get I will not only spend it with you guys, but also with my other family. My mother has told me that she will drive me to yours after our Christmas Morning. And I hear you going, aww but you promised, in my head but you have to remember everyone's Christmas Mornings start differently. 

Traditionally, mine begins at about 5am when my sister can't hold back her excitement and jumps up and down shaking the whole house screaming 'IT'S CHRISTMAS!' And then there'll be presents from Santa and then there's not a breakfast because Christmas Dinner is so filling. Therefore, I shall ask to be driven after Christmas Morning, and I shall hopefully arrive at about the time everyone wants to wake up 8/9am. Alas it means no me for Christmas Eve, but it's a compromise I've got to make. 

We shall see how that goes down.

Today is a new start, Carpe diem...

I've Gone From Caring...

Ah, a nice dose of Morning Flu to set you right for the day...

So, we went to see Monsters University last night, and we had a great time. It was funny, full of characters we knew, and some voice actors that surprised us too. It was a nice break from my yesterday of cleaning, or the week or so of Pill's sadness/stressedness. He's fine, he'll get through it. Don't bring it up.

Nothing much of note happened with my day yesterday, I managed to start planning a character yesterday afternoon, being a scholarly, stereotype and sat at the pub, watching the ships go by in the Bay. It was a nice afternoon, and then we had drinks and then went to Chicken House for food. 

At food we reminisced of old times, as the movie had reminded us about Uni (although our university experience was nothing like that, mores the pity). And so many things have changed. We're older, thinner, and sexier than we were. We've got young friends, and older friends, friends getting married, and friends having children. And then we started talking about birthdays, and the topic got onto the Hobbit Barn Dance, and then Rosie Cotton...

I think it's safe to say that I'm Samwise, and Tag has pretty much always been Frodo. But now, I really don't care who Rosie Cotton is. I know it was HB at the time, two and a half years ago, but, and I said it last night, I don't think we're friends anymore. And I'm fine with that. I really don't care, so could people stop acting like I do?

HB and I have too much history to be reconciled now. It's over, it's gone, and it ain't coming back, and that's probably due to my lack of caring. And this is all I'll say on the matter. 

So, that took me a long time to realise, and figure out, but hey, I'm a man.

But on to happier things. I'll have another Barn Dance I think, or have I already said, for my 25th. Yay! And I'm all set for Comic-Con now. You should see the whole ensemble, I hope I'll look quite dashing, and not a fat man trying to play at being an adventurer. 

Oh well, pushed for time, I'm running late this morning, so I'll catch you all in a bit...

Carpe diem...