Sigh.

Sigh sigh sigh sigh.

Am left this evening feeling rather blue. And I don't know why.

Just watched The Departed with Mr Kennedy and - I love Leo. We have more films coming (yay!) and our plan is now to watch DVDs while I observe Mr Kennedy's love life from the amount of text messages he receives (and then he disappears for half an hour for a phone call in the middle while I play Freecell for the entire time). Repeat.

I had a very busy day/evening planned. Was hellish at work (I'm seeing my future and my summer is work - hellish work) and then was supposed to meet a former colleague, E, for wine and nibbles at Mode. Unfortunately, she wasn't feeling well and went home with what she assumes is a tummy bug - I feel for her, I do. For those who don't know, we ourselves fell victim to a vicious strain of stomach flu some months back and I still can't quite forget the disgusting beings we all were. Frenchie on the floor of our kitchen inhaling anti-nausea tablets and Mr Kennedy with his head in a bowl for 2 days. I won't go in to my own personal ordeal...

Anywho, so E cancelled and I fell back on the idea of my 8 pm plans - drinks with the girls from NX. But guess who got slightly drunk BEFORE and then fell off their sofa and 'thought they broke their arms'. Admittedly, I had tried to cancel just before that as I thought I was going to be too tired etc... but I mean, COME ON. So I came home, ate loads of dinner (work makes one hungry) and then settled down to dance on my own in the kitchen.

And now am in bed and blue. Aaah, come, sleep. Bring a new day.

Bisous Frenchie. And F D and BB who are in VE as we speak. Although actually, I didn't want to go and am being good and will get up for work in the morning.
It's crap being the only working girl.

xx