I'm off to spend four days under purple canvas, deep frying myself (hopefully in the sun), bouncing about to bands I've never heard of, talking to people I'll never see again, and generally spacing out.
I can't wait!

Also, my boyfriend has a job interview tomorrow which, if he gets, will mean we can move to Brighton by July, which will mean that when strange African flatmate moves out, I will not have to endure his replacement. Who apparently doesn't make conversation, is fastiduously tidy, has a roadkill collection...you get the idea.

I CANNOT LIVE WITH THIS PERSON! THEREFORE BOYFRIEND HAS TO GET THE JOB! HAS TO! AM GOING TO STOP SHOUTING NOW!

So I will be keeping everything crossed for the next couple of days, including things that really shouldn't be crossed, unless in an emergency. But this is definetely an emergency.