And only because FaceBook reminded me about it did I remember, and that wasn’t until the early evening. Well it was a good excuse for a party I guess. Shame about the eventual outcome. Did I ever recover from it? I guess not really. Not the party, I recovered from that fairly quickly, wasn’t even tipsy, kept chatting to people and leaving pints everywhere. Considering the quality of the bash, it was actually fairly cheap. Never did use the chocolate fountain, and the DJ was crap.

Am I content? That’s a mildly ironic comment. I think I just have to be. My hand has been dealt, I have no further aspirations or desires, I’m just waiting for the inevitability of death, but just trying to pass the time in between in the most inappropriate way possible, whilst paying very little tax. I think of what could have been, if we were still together. Maybe we would still be having fun, maybe we wouldn’t. The time we were together we did indeed have a lot of fun, we travelled to many places, went on an awful lot of rollercoasters and I spent an awful lot of money, while my ex. just used to steel all my AA batteries. He seems content now, and honestly I do wish him well, even if I do think he can be a pompous prick at times. I wouldn’t fancy him now, definitely a bear rather than a twink.

So what for me? Well, I’ve got a holiday coming up, Greece, never been before, oddly not looking forward to it in the slightest, even thought about cancelling it on several occasions. But it’s paid for, so I guess I need to stick with it. I’m sure it will be fine, I’m just somewhat apprehensive about going somewhere different. I’ve never really had a shit holiday, I guess the closest I’ve come is actually some visits to Gran Canaria, where I’ve been bored.

Oddly I look around me and all my friends have some ailment or another. Just this instant one has said he has blood cancer and is currently being treated for it. I just hope he has a better outcome than the last person I knew with it, as I went to his funeral last year. Another is basically on a death wish. He drinks probably close to two hundred units a week, gets zero exercise and has a shit ton of problems, yet he’s still here. I have another ‘friend’ who has now ostracised me because I didn’t want a demo of his science project, I honestly thought more of him, but that’s a post for another time. Not the post I was planning on writing, maybe that will come next week.

Still, always that death thing to look forward to in the mean time.