Matthew's Journal

Well, atreic came round, and once I'd stopped being crap and crying on her, we had dinner with claroscuro, and then headed to the ceilidh. I've never been to one that hasn't been called of before. Depression meant that I spent quite a bit of the time feeling like a useless moron with about 6 left feet, but I did rather enjoy bits of it, and apparantly aren't completely useless. May go to another on Monday, depending on how things are going.

Now I shall go to bed, since I have stuff to do tommorow, and the codeine is beginning to work its marvels.