Blue

Well, I feel like crap today. Another terrible night's sleep. Rich and I were supposed to go to London today to see Janelle Monae but a combo of exhaustion and period pain meant I just wasn't up for going. Had a little cry about that. Of course Rich couldn't find anyone to go with so he sold the tickets, and now I can add feeling guilty to my repertoire of crummy feelings. Spent the day just ensconced on the sofa stuffed with painkillers that weren't actually doing much. Read this comic, watched a couple films, and now we're watching Glastonbury coverage, and I'm just feeling so rubbish for ruining our weekend.