I'm sorry. I've been rubbish.
My posts have been limited this week. My reading . . . even worse. I've actually currently got 190 unread items in my reader. I generally have 50 max at a busy time. Oops.
If you've been thinking I've been strangely absent from your comments section, here's my (vague) defence.
I've had such a strange week. I definitely would say it's been the worst of 2010 so far.
At the start of the week, I didn't think it could get any worse. Midweek, it got a bit better. I got to meet the lovely Kirsty from The Road Less Travelled, hang out with Mich not once but twice (and of one of those nights I ate out at an absolutely delicious restaurant called Q'ua) and had a lovely dinner with friends last night. But it's bad again.It's not anything I can talk about on here. Man, sometimes I wish I COULD. but the hazard of not being an anonymous blogger means that there are certain subjects I can't venture into.
On Monday morning, I felt pretty good though. Now I just feel like seven shades of shit. Like I've been through the wringer.
I hate being a Negative Nancy, and I was all for doing a positive post tonight.
Problem is . . . I'm a little tipsy. I can't think clearly enough to be witty.
BUT . . . I will do my best to get back on track tomorrow and be my fabulous (and oh-so-modest, of course!) self again. So please, even if you are not someone who generally reads blogs on a Saturday, stay tuned.
I'll TRY and deliver.
In the meantime . . . just give me some positive thoughts when you get the chance. Man, do I NEED them . . .
Just realised that this weekend is pretty much a year since that fateful night me and F started that random but long chat online which culminated in me admitting I used to like him, him implying he'd liked me too . . . and within a week, us going on our first date. A year? SERIOUSLY???
I've not heard from him (in terms of personal messages now) since about October. Why does that make me sad still?