Well, the good news is i seem to evolved resistance to alcohol, managed to drink copious amounts on my birthday and not get anything resembling a hangover. Which is a shame really cos it stops me from thinking for a while, which is normally a welcome thing.

Man I love London, went out to a show on thursday evening, The Producers, was excelent!! Mel Brookes may as well be god... But the really great thing about the evening was after the show, spent some time walking round London with Helen, was amazing, how just being near someone can make me feel so alive I just dont know but I do know that I wanted to stand on that bridge forever.

The number of times I had thought of walking over the bridge with her, the number of times I had thought of what I wanted to say, not a word of it materialised, but I couldnt care less, too precious a moment to spend thinking, still maybe I should have... The view from the bridge at night is simply beautiful. It was a perfect night for April too, was still; that nice relaxing refreshing sort of atmosphere; spring time I suppose, later we were sitting on the steps in Trafalgar Square, we both agreed that we could have fallen asleep right there.

Dropped by there again on the way back to my flat yesterday to make a couple of sketches, time to make some art...

The only sad thing is that she has gone back up to Sheffield for uni... I Miss her too much, and I still have never told her how I feel. Why is it that certain things, even those that are really trivial, seem to present you with invisible barriers that appear almost imposible to conquer...

When I die, I'm coming back as something more carefree... like a squirrel...

Be like the squirrel...

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