Life. Don’t talk to me about life. * Scott smirks Bad news yesterday. Bah. Work went ok though, which is good. But the reactive part of my depression kicked in big time leaving me down and miserable. And then the part of my brain that recognises this for what it is kicked in and left me indifferent. So I got a bit angry for kicks and then went to bed. Failed to do any Freakcity. Bah. Might change the default themes a bit more, make them prettier, not yet sure. Might just make an optional layout for the lovely forums. Mused a little more on life, swung disconnected thoughts around the inside of my head until it spun with happy enjoyment and vibrated with power. I am very much looking forward to Glastonbury for the chance to recharge my batteries, amongst other things. Still listening to the Children of Dune soundtrack, and I also got Jeff Buckley://www.jeffbuckley.com as he’s dead now and was once interesting to my peers, way back in Norwich. Talked to Nikki on the phone, she’s camping too, which’ll be nice. So very tired. And so very bored. Again. Ah well, something will give. Steve gave me virtual hugs, which was nice. Slept really badly. Dreamt of things, failed to remember what they were, only that they were hurdles, not good, not bad, just distracting. Chatted to Jams too yesterday. As ever, was left with the overwhelming urge to hug him lots.