It was Richard's birthday on Friday 9th, so we celebrated by spending as much of the day as possible in bed - sleeping, not doing anything else! Then I started panicking about the fact that we'd have people coming back to the flat and spent a couple of hours frantically tidying it, and then we went out for dinner with 8 or so other people. Richard actually wrote something in his livejournal about his presents! The rest of the weekend was quiet - I hadn't booked any shifts at work all weekend because I wanted to have some time with Richard. Tim & Peter came round on Sunday, and Tim and I played a game called "Retro Force" all night because we liked it so much, stopping only when "Playstation thumb" started to set in. I made a toad-in-the-hole. On Monday 12th, we went to see Silver Ginger 5 and The Jellys in Camden, and that was a truly great gig.
I was depressed on Tuesday for no particular reason, and horribly depressed on Wednesday. I started to think "Oh God, that was my recovery from depression and now I'm relapsing again", but I was ok again by Wednesday night. I bumped into
Nothing much of interest has happened so far this week, other than the fact we all got sent home from work early today because the computers crashed, so I'm doing an extra shift tomorrow. Also, my long-running fairly minor milk allergy has flared up to the extent that if I have anything with dairy produce in, I get terrible stomach cramps and diahorrea (can't spell that word). This is going to cause my life some serious grief if it doesn't clear up soon - I don't particularly want to be vegan! Ah well, we'll see.
I should go to sleep now.