packed schedule

i went to bed with a book (j.v. jones - a fortress of grey ice), and got distracted by tool. after passing in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours i decided i needed to go for a walk, and off i went to the lighthouse... somehow managing to bump into my british cousins on the way, which was a bit coincidental.

the walk itself was quite refreshing, i came back, showered and quite soon after friday night dinner began. it was a great evening with lots of chatter, but ended rather later than anticipated... i rocked up at sweetiepie's place just as she got an SOS sms and we skipped off to tableview to perform a search and rescue.

i wasn't allowed into the club on account of my baggies, but i didn't really want to enter: horrible music, totally unclassy joint with even less classy patrons. sweetiepie and i argued for an hour while waiting for her friends* after i stated that it's criminal how the radio stations have narrowed their playlists to utter shite when radio is still pretty much the method of discovering music for the masses.

*friends: people who call in the middle of the night, desperate for a ride home and then have to stay for one more drink

i began to feel awful on the way back from the badlands, and actually had to take a headache tablet before going to sleep. the morning was a bit better, although slow.

after a quick, annoying run through canal walk my mum and i drove out to the farm for lunch with my israeli cousin and her sister, and we're now on our way out to tea with canadian cousins before i begin my "last supper".