Edit - I forgot to mention that I managed to drop my phone into a pint at work. If I had your number, I don't any more. My number is the same though, so feel free to send me a text.

I wish my Bluetooth worked so that I could show you all the fun things I've been doing.
But as a recap in plain, simple words with no shiny colours -

Shit weeks, horrible landlord, evil council, bad housing office, no money, working non stop, very sad and stressed.

Go to make a cup of tea after a particularly nasty phone call from landlord demanding money so he can take it to Cyprus on his holiday this week.

Burst into tears, watch Countdown and Deal Or No Deal with a mug of tea, world rights itself.

Pick self up, go to job centre, go to housing offices, go to bank, pay landlord.

Decide once and for all to move out, taking lovely flatmates 1, 2 and 3 with me, and all get ready to move into lovely friend's beautiful house in a month or so. Bigger, cheaper, stained glass windows, wooden floorbaords and squashy sofas.

Discover Chai tea. Love at first taste. See favourite band twice, 65daysofstatic are the biggest and best band on the planet. Fall in love with my insanely dilated pupils, try to take photo, look like mad bag lady. Spend an entire week sleeping on the sofa covered in blankets and cushions with lovely flatmates 1 and 2. Have fun with fantastic friends. Remember how lovely the sunshine is. Get freckles across my face. Wander about in giant oversized hideous pyjama shorts which are incredibly wide but not very long. Discover new all time favourite album, though slightly dismayed that there seems to be no record of it anywhere in the world and the scrawl across the copy we have is apparently not what it's really called (General Electric - Kliquerty Clique? Does not exist.) Steal creepy silver mask and become covered in tiny drips of impossible-to-remove silver paint. Become a cat and spend all day sleeping and stretching and snuggling. Become friends with new cat and let him spend his time nestling into my hair. Play with gravel with my feet. Buy vegetables and let them rot. Wash my hair with coconut shampoo. Sit in the park with the daisies. Plan a pretty tattoo. Renew old friendships. Find lost Attack Of The 50 Foot Woman poster and Pearl Jam print. Remember how much I love Beck even if he is a scientologist. Refuse to remove oversized hoodie. Put up giant Land of the Dead poster purely to annoy anal housemate/landlord's son. Decide that I don't mind too much that in somehow losing a stone my boobs have vanished but the rest of me has stayed annoyingly the same. Fail to look after lip piercing properly. Toast bagels.

Feel happier than I have in years