Just a weird thought....

If anyone wanted to control my mind, they would use The Blackout.

I am prepared to take a 2.5hour train ride to go see them, to ignore plans I have had made for ages, just for the chance to see them play live. And the fact that I am now not doing that, and haven't won tickets to see them on Monday, has been enough to move me to tears.

I can't think of a single other thing that does that to me. Not a person, not a motivation. For love nor money... but for The Blackout and Welsh Hugs? No answer needed.

*le sigh*

For the first time in ages today, I had a really good cry. Not just letting my eyes cloud up because I was annoyed, but hugging my blanket and just getting all of the lousy buggy stressy stuff out.

It didn't help, actually. I still feel like shit. Weirdly, it's all because of The Blackout. All this stems from the fact I want to see them so badly before January I am prepared to try and get to Hampshire, and enter competitions copious amounts of times for the chance to win tickets. Clearly there's something up with me.

I'd feel better if my dad stopped cutting up wood and fixed my plectrum but hey ho.

Plectrum status: on top of my wardrobe. Still broken.