Something strange happened this morning. I woke up one minute before my alarm was supposed to go off. This alone is strange but stranger yet is I actually got out of bed as well. It’s now 8:52 and I should be in work early which is good.

This afternoon I am going to Bristol. There are three things wrong with this statement.
1) I hate going to Bristol. 2.5 hours on a coach is not my idea of fun.
2) I hate Bristol. It’s really notice at all.
3) I hate having to take 2 half days in order to get there and back.
Why am I going? Well, it’s my girlfriends birthday and we have tickets to see Garbage, so I guess I have to be there.

On the subject of birthdays, there are so many going on at the moment. It was a friends birthday on Friday and I only found out on Thursday. I’m really not good with birthdays and other important dates. They never seem to stay with me. I’m a terrible person I know.