Its really windy and rainy outside - to the point where it feels like the windows are going to blow in and the noise is drowning out the sound of the film I'm watching ("P.S I love you" for the millionth time I'll add). I'm curled up with the warmest, snuggly blanket and its times like this I hate being single. Most of the time it doesn't bother me so much - would just be nice to be sharing the moment with someone. *cue violins and pity party* Can someone please just send Gerard Butler round to me?
I've decided to work on some music and to do more work on my novel (which I haven't touched for months). I need to get motivated and have *something* other than my bloody job to do. Monday morning has come so fast 
On a positive note, I'm arranging a house party at the end of the month. A "F*ck the credit crunch and christmas, lets all get slaughtered" party. I'm actually quite looking forward to it. Bring it on!
