I’m thinking alot tonight and some of it has been with me for a while and some of it for not such a while. I’m going to try and get it out here. I don’t expect all that much sense from it but I want to type.

I have no idea what brought it on but I few days ago I ended up thinking about one of my cousins. She’s really pretty and she always has been, I don’t know why that is important but it’s been one of the things I’ve been meaning to write down. Anyway I don’t know when it was but I’d guess it was at least 10 if not closer to 15 years ago, she was diagnosied with cancer, the really serious kind. She was in hospital for along time and went through a lot of kemotherapy. I remember visiting her and I remember her wearing a baseball cap for a while until her hair grew back a bit. For some reason I thought of her over the weekend, I’m sure there was something at the time which made me think of her but when I did, the first thing that sprang to mind was pride. She survived it, she survived it well and she did good. It sometimes feels strange to feel proud of someone but that’s just the way it is.

So the word I was searching for when I said it feels strange is actually: presumptious. A friend far smarter than I just used it in the same context. So there ya go.

Believe it or not, but that is unrelated to life in the world at the moment.

Tonight after work a few of us headed to the pub for a Friday drink and chat. When I say a few, there was three of us and it was an excellent night. We sat at at a table and talked and it was really good. We chatted about a lot of things but one thing we did happily agreed was that there was good company on our floor and that we had good people to socialise with. It’s was a good evening 🙂

The local bar, which really has become the defination of a local pub for me has two new barmaids…both of whom are quite cute and seem really nice. Bonus 🙂

There was a girl I went to college with who became a really good friend in a short space of time. We were always just friends and good ones at that (yes I am repeating myself). It was never more than that and it was never going to be more than that. She’s cute, I’m not sure I ever told her that but I think I tried a couple of times. Her name was Emma…I don’t remember her last night and this annoys me. It annoys me a whole hell of alot. It really does drive in how shit I am about remembering things and it scares me a little too.

I have an old SIM card which should have numbers for a lot of people I’d like to get back in touch with. I’m looking at Scan and Ebay at the moment for a reader. To be able to get back in touch with some people would be really great. I do miss not having old friends here in London and I have to make sure to keep up with all my friends here. For the first time in a long time (boy has it been a long time) I stopped by Iain’s desk today for a chat. Lunch sorted for next week which is good.

I have to book some tickets for the Chilli Peppers in the morning. I need to collect some comics, I need to get a haircut (short?) and I’m off to a party tomorrow night. It’s going to be a long weekend. I’ll see about editing this post into more sense sometime later.