Am in a bit of a low mood today. What with my plans to watch rugby at Comptons being scuppered by the scourge of my life (technology) I didn't really have any other plans made for today. I was just hoping that I would watch the rugby, get chatting to some decent guys (like during the Six Nations), and then let the evening progress from there. It wasn't to be.
I did pop into town in the hopes that Comptons had fixed their satellite problem, or that the Duke of Wellington would be showing the match, but it wasn't to be.
After wandering around Forbidden Planet for a while, and not buying anything, I gave up and came home. Just as I was approaching the flat I got a call from Tim asking what my plans were. After some deliberating, and Tim saying he should only go out for one night out of tonight or tomorrow (which is fair enough), I decided that it should be tonight as it will be busier.
My birthday isn't until tomorrow, but hopefully (inevitably?) I shall be out until long after midnight, though I should really try hard to avoid Chariots as I want to go out tomorrow evening too! That will probably be my biggest challenge tonight, especially if I don't get the attention I am craving from a sexy stranger I meet tonight.
Now all I have to do is decide what to wear, which isn't as easy as it sounds because, once again, the weather is incredibly changeable today. Just after I'd finished talking to Tim and telling him that, despite it being a bit overcast and windy it wasn't cold, it began to rain and got a bit nippy. Now, as I look out of the window the sun is streaming in. It should be nice, considering that tomorrow is the first official day of summer, but this is England and there is nothing as unpredictable as the English weather.
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