Lazy Sunday Afternoon

I guess it has been somewhat of a hectic weekend so far.

Worked my first shift in The Pub on friday night...it was a good evening, a nice little local pub with a good mix of people, relatively cheap drinks and a jukebox with music you would actually choose to listen to. Landlord seemed happy that I was able to count in my head and be nice to the customers, and so I now have the job every friday night. Extra pennies are always good!

And then there is Boyo. The last time we spoke, properly, he told me we couldn't be together and that 'we're not really anywhere, anymore, babe'. There have been a few conversations since, via text and the wonder of facebook, but nothing that would ever make me feel...better. Granted, its not the first time in the last seven years that we have broken up but...this is the most final its ever felt.

So, I spent a week crying, and then after I finish work on friday at The Pub, I somehow end up at Boyo's house, with him and his new housemates, drinking wine and dancing in the kitchen until 6am. And it was fun. We laughed, we drank lots, we snuggled down in bed like we used to and we moaned about our hangovers the next day. We visited his parents for chinese food on saturday, and then watched scary films and crap tv until we fell asleep. This morning we went for breakfast, we bickered like we used to, I dropped him home...and said goodbye.

And now I'm kind of torn between feeling happy - happy that I got to spend a weekend with him and wake up with him and feel normal again - and so desperately gutted that now its over, I've come home and have to start being alone, all over again!!

Also, on a slightly scarier note...there are are only 5 more daytimes until NaNo begins...am vaguely worried that my in depth, detailed plan has not managed to create itself and leave itself where I could see it when I got home from my emotionally draining weekend...uh oh, I think I may have to do this one myself? Eep.