On Friday I went to visit a mate in Exeter. We took my mother out for dinner - the Holt in Honiton - awesome food. Disappointingly no caramel vodka in, which is something I usually buy a bottle of for the road, as they say. Still, it was a good night overall, and eating and drinking there is always a pleasure. Oh, and as there wasn't any caramel vodka; I tried Amaretto. That turned out to be an equally delicious pudding alternative. Dropped my mother home and went back to my mate's for wine and a life debrief. Went out on Saturday for a wander around Exeter, which was boring in itself, but resulted in a sandwich and cocktail jug, which left us walking home a little less bored and a little more wobbly. We watched crap DVDs for the rest of the day, chatted, drank wine, ate pizza - she ate garlic bread too, yuk - and generally had a bit of a teenage evening. Oh, and we coincidentally found a bottle of Amaretto in her cupboard which was an added bonus. On Sunday I headed to Bath for a lunchtime gig at the American Museum. I thought this was pretty cool actually, as the music there is free with museum entry. Museum entry is expensive, so I would recommend anyone going to do so on a day when there is a gig. That was the Scoville Units again, which was as good as I'd expected, with surprisingly good acoustics in what gave the impression of being a very echo-y building. An added bonus was that their guitar player had got stuck somewhere far away, so another guy had stepped in, Jason, who used to play in a band called Daily Planet, who are also brilliant. The banjo player, Leon, also played in Daily Planet, so it resulted in a few of their old tracks being played, which reminded me very much of being 13 and sitting in the Bell in Bath watching hippy women get drunk and drunk men get drunker. I loved going to gigs there. Well actually no I didn't, but I loved going to certain gigs there - Daily Planet were without question my favourite, but I was also a fan of the Cosmic Sausages, and there were a few others that I forget now. I also loved the rolls they sold. I fainted in front of a band in there when I was 13 actually, and they all got off the stage to take me outside and give me water. I was horribly embarrassed when I came round. Anyway I digress. It was lovely to see Leon, though I always act like a complete arse around him. Despite knowing him well. I don't see him often enough to be comfortable in his presence, so I always leave far quicker than is polite really, even though I would happily stay chatting longer. I guess he's used to it by now. It was very cool to see Jason too, though I didn't get past 'hello' with him. I cringe to think back on it. I'm very good at smiling at them while they play though, so I'm not completely socially inert!
Came back home that evening, which was uneventful.
Ready to knuckle down to study today, but had a bombshell discussion with my mother that sent me into a very bad place for the day, that I think I am now coming out of. But consequently I achieved nothing, which is very annoying, and I still feel very drained from being so emotional all day.
Tomorrow I think I'll just turn my phone off or something, and hope my mind has sorted itself out overnight. I hate unexpected stresses like that; it completely throws me.
Still, the day is coming to a close. I'm going to watch some rubbish on TV, and hope I sleep well, and without nightmares. Two nights running I've had really bad nightmares! And mine are so annoying because I know I'm about to have one, because I have an imaginary house, and an imaginary flat, that they all happen in. So as soon as I find myself in one of them I know it's going to be bad. I'm not sure whether dreams and that sort of thing are inherited in any way, but all the men in my family on my mum's side have horrific nightmares. I remember at least one, but usually about four, dreams every night, and I have nightmares at least twice a week. Proper nightmares too, no airy fairy nonsense; really scary realistic situations with terrifying outcomes. Ah well, at least they never come true! I'm not into the meanings of dreams luckily, or I'd waste a lifetime looking into mine!
Anyway, fingers crossed for a better night tonight and a better day tomorrow. I have too much to do to throw away much more time.
I have this black line floating in my line of vision that is driving me bonkers. I am told that I should get it checked promptly. I've looked it up on google though, and I think it must be 'a floater' (a description I'm not too happy with as it makes me think of something unpleasant, as you can imagine). Floaters seem to usually be harmless, and very rarely serious. I'm seeing a doctor on Thursday so I'll ask him then. I hope it doesn't stay forever though because it's very distracting. It's about 2 inches long when looking at this computer screen. From what I read, there's nothing to be done to get rid of it though. We'll see.
Time for crap TV