Swimming: Nice and cool after work. 600m in around 45 mins. Fun.
Dinner: Curry on Fitzroy St. Aircon. Rather good veg dupiaza.
Cinema: T3: giggle. Not bad at all, and more aircon too.
Walk home: no bike lights see. Ug.
Home: shattered. Too hot. Windows shut al day.
Lovely evening, just wish I didn't feel so miserable again now. Wish everything didn't remind me of all the things that happened, and all the things that won't happen now. So no, I don't think I'd be going to a sk0tzm34t even if it wasn't on a day I was already busy. Just to go to bed and hug rjk til I sleep might make it all better, or at least let me forget again for a little while, but it's too hot to sleep up there. And I really do need sleep. I want it back, I want it to be different, I want it not to hurt. No fucking chance.
Ah well, life goes on. And it *was* a lovely evening. Na night.