I slept from 4am until eleven this morning. I decided not to set the alarm as I usually do. I am always fearful that if I don't set the alarm clock by nine thirty at the latest, my sleep patterns will be so topsy turvey I will become totally nocturnal. Thus I feel rested and ok today, and am looking forward to a great night out down at The Stag.
In a way I feel it's become a victim of it's own success. Very often I come away feeling I should have circulated more. Every single person who goes I would like to have a good old natter too one on one, as well as the closer friends I've made, who I see more often anyway. Someone in the chatroom asked why it's so good. It's hard to explain, we are all different ages and have done different things, but it just works, partly because they are good folks.
I haven't been posting as much as I normally do. It was just one of those breaks I've had before, but hopefully I've got over it. I don't know why, and I'm not going to worry about it. It's the same with the blogging, I've missed a couple of entries this week. Now I also write and print off my diary, this journal seemed a bit superfluous. On the other hand when people have gone to the bother to read it, then kindly comment or send me pm's, it makes it all worth while. I won't name the person who sent me a pm this morning, but thank you so much for your offer you old softy. I promise to buy you a drink and not ruffle your hair anymore, oopsie that might give it away.
I'm going to play some music and have a lovely soak in the bath, and look forward to a good night with some smashing people, who I've got to know all thanks to Accrington Web.
In a way I feel it's become a victim of it's own success. Very often I come away feeling I should have circulated more. Every single person who goes I would like to have a good old natter too one on one, as well as the closer friends I've made, who I see more often anyway. Someone in the chatroom asked why it's so good. It's hard to explain, we are all different ages and have done different things, but it just works, partly because they are good folks.
I haven't been posting as much as I normally do. It was just one of those breaks I've had before, but hopefully I've got over it. I don't know why, and I'm not going to worry about it. It's the same with the blogging, I've missed a couple of entries this week. Now I also write and print off my diary, this journal seemed a bit superfluous. On the other hand when people have gone to the bother to read it, then kindly comment or send me pm's, it makes it all worth while. I won't name the person who sent me a pm this morning, but thank you so much for your offer you old softy. I promise to buy you a drink and not ruffle your hair anymore, oopsie that might give it away.
I'm going to play some music and have a lovely soak in the bath, and look forward to a good night with some smashing people, who I've got to know all thanks to Accrington Web.
