It doesn't really make much difference. I don't seem to ever sleep so the different stages of the day just blend in to eachother. When i manage to steal an hour or so, i can't even tell. I am in such a light sleep that everything...i can't even explain it. Like, you know how they say that there are different stages of sleep and you can't really dream in any stage before the fifth one. Well, i have these micro dreams and my fuck, they're horrid. I swear, yesterday, i woke up from one of these weird dream things (it had lasted for about five minutes) and had a panic attack. It was the weirdest thing ever.
I had been crying before falling to sleep and am pretty sure i fell to sleep whilst still crying (i know, i know. FML). I woke up and i just wanted to ... i can't even explain it properly. It lasted for such a long time and i swear i blacked out at one point because there is a window where i can't remember anything. I can't really remember very much from the whole thing to be honest but i never really can. Gosh it was awful.
I am proper fucking things up right now. And i want it to stop. But then idk...
oh shut up for goodness sake
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Anywho, fantastic news now!
I WILL BE GOING TO SEE JOHN BISHOP!
Crikey on a stick!
I thought i had lost the reference and, me being me, i couldn't remember what site i had ordered them from. I thought that i would maybe not be able to go and i was shitting it, pal. I bought Lucie a ticket as one of her Christmas presents and obviously i am going with her. As luck would have it, the show is on my birthday. Yippee.
The worry was killing me though lol. The tickets have still not arrived but once i found out what site i ordered them from (seetickets in case you're wondering) and put in all the details and shit, my mind was put at ease.
I am so relieved.
My birthday is going to be funny as shite.
nom
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| random fact: Lucie fancies the pants off him. Personally, i am more partial to a slice of the sex pie that is Michael McIntyre =]   |
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