"So this is the new year...and I don't feel any different..."
Death Cab sum it up quite nicely don't they? It's true. It is a new year, and everything feels pretty much the same as it always has. I don't feel any sort of "THIS YEAR WILL BE THE YEAR!" epiphany or such. I feel pretty average actually. For some reason I still haven't written, which I am putting down to laziness, and I have bills piling up quietly. I say quietly, but really it's because I'm ignoring them.
One of my best friends is moving to London in a matter of weeks, everyone seems to be graduating from uni and getting exciting jobs, and the rut that I complained about 2 years ago still appears to be relevant. This is such a repeating conversation. Ugh. I'm going to stop talking about it now.
On the upside of anger, we had our opening night for "Cocktails and Cocktales" yesterday. I found myself laughing at some of the jokes, which is weird considering how many times I've read the script/seen them rehearse. It was a good night, no, a great night. That will be repeated another 8 times. Hopefully.
Now I'm going to venture out of the house and down to the shops where I will buy strawberry jam because I forgot to buy it last time I went (half an hour ago) (it's made me far, far more annoyed than it should).
