Mixed night last night, there were some good bits but overall I think it was pretty horrible. Good bits: Jan looking lovely, nice dinner, accidentally deciding to drink after all, coming second in the quiz, free drink from keir: thanks!, seeing some nice people (Christi, Craig, Andy, RRW, Simon T especially), meeting Neko-guy's cats, dancing lots, strangers being nice. But I hope never to end up sitting on a dancefloor in tears again, or holding a grown man while he cries and bleeds all over me at the same time, or having to see the woman I love feeling so completely broken. It hurts that I can't help her.
And for now I'm going back to bed.
