Ever have one of those days where you just don’t want to get out of bed? No? You filthy liar! Well anyway today and every other day that ends in y was one of those days for me.

I only had my french lecture at 12 today, it should have been simple, up at 9, get ready and go. But no, 9 came and went, 9:30 payed a flying visit, 10 managed to grab my attention, but only 10:30 managed to scream “you’re going to be late get your lazy arse out of bed” at me. So I got up. (All I can think of typing now is the last sentence in french so voila: Je me suis levé.)

I won’t bore you with the details but I eventually left the house at 11, baring in mind it takes an hour to get to Regents Street where my lecture was taking place. For once, the bus came when I needed it, which was a godsend. Then my friend (who I think I may be in love with, but that’s a whole ‘nother story which for time constraints I will not be getting into) pretty much just to confess her love of jaffa cakes to me. (How can I ever compete with those delicious orangey cakes?!) 

I arrived at the tube station just in time and I mean just. Tube travel possibly has to be one of the most frustrating ways of traveling into/out of London!

I eventually got to Regents Street at 11:58, not before I had someone shove a free coffee sample in my face, mind. Got to my lecture and guess how many people were in there. Go on. Oh close, nope, two. TWO people. I felt robbed, I may as well not have come, I could have used the extra hour or so in bed!

Well anyway I eventually got home at around 3, not before I had had another conversation with my friend with the jaffa fetish…

And since I got up this morning all I’ve wanted to do is go back to bed, but for some reason, now I have the opportunity to, I just can’t seem to bring myself to it. I don’t think I want it to be tomorrow, I have to go with my nan to the Royal Marsden, for her second treatment of chemotherapy and I don’t want to go. Not because I don’t want to get up in the morning, or because I’m too lazy to.

I just don’t think I can cope with seeing all the patients there, I don’t think I can keep a brave face for my Nan and I know being there will make me feel bad about moaning about my life in the entry.

I know there are so many people worse off than me in the world. Please don’t think of me as a moany person, who is just going to think about himself all the time. However that is probably how I’m going to come across on here. This is probably the only place where I can moan away ’till my hearts content without anyone telling me to shut up, or without my problems (as little as they may be) depressing anybody else.

I suppose I’m probably going to use this as a virtual journal.

I don’t even know why I have just written any of this. It has no point to it.

If anybody does happen to read this may I appologise now.