Today I am slightly ashamed of myself. Have spent the afternoon sleeping/crying/being ill/wallowing in self pity. I am pathetic.

On a lighter note, I signed out from Farnborough today. This means I am *officially* free from the place. It feels pretty damn good. I still have to go back twixe this week, to help set up the art exhibiton, then to go to said exhibition. I’m happy with that though, I like my art class.

I was meant to be going to a party tonight, but a combination of my terrible mood and the fact that I nearly pass out when I stand up is getting in my way a little. Here’s to another night of nothingness.