Here's the thing I don't understand. No matter how much I stay in, I never actually get enough sleep for the next day. It usually lies around the line of 5-6 hours a night. Last night was the first night I've been out this week and I found that regardless of whether I actually go out or stay in, I still find myself sleeping in the wee hours of the morning. Such is the story of my life. *rolls the eyes*
Yay! Brussels this weekend. Can't wait. Need to get out of this city a little bit. It's starting to get to me. We'll be stopping in london twice as well since we're taking the eurostar so that should be fun. Jay, T and Tiffany promised to meet up with us. In fact, that'll definitely be a blast. I can't believe that Gaz hasn't been to london in ages. It's not even 3 hours away by train. Silliness. I'd die if I didn't see a bustling city every once in a while. Can't help it, I need my polluted air. :p
Was immensely inebriated last night cause it was Gareth's birthday and we all went out for a meal. Saw some of my ex's friends out and I kind of felt bad when they mentioned him. Oh well, people move on. *shrugs* I'm sure he will eventually - or so we hope. Despite all, I've only met his friends once but they seem like loads of fun. I was invited out with them on monday but we'll see how it goes. I might be too tired when I get back from Brussels. Still, it would be nice.
