Antisocial.

I'm feeling incredibly antisocial this week. My brother came up to Manchester to visit last week. We went to the Academy to watch Supergrass, with The Coral supporting, who were both fantastic. Supergrass were playing their farewell tour and so played songs from all their albums starting with their latest and working their way backward down to I Should Coco, finishing with Alright and Caught By The Fuzz in the encore. Had a very sweaty, moshy time.

Then we also went to the Parklife Festival at Platts Field Park which was excellent, we saw Calvin Harris, Erol Alkan, Vitalic and Friendly Fires. All was good there until some random girl gave me some mephadrone in the middle of the crowd for Friendly Fires and I had to spend the rest of the evening pretending I was entirely sober or just a little drunk. Either way it was fun.

But that seems to have taken the socialness out of me. I love spending time with my brother, I wish I could spend more time with him! Now I'm just feeling a bit meh. I'll be seeing him at Glastonbury next week anyway which should be excellent.

Yes, Glastonbury's next week, this is the main thing that's pulling me through right now. I'm going up on the train with Meredith, camping with Mike and Matt as per normal and whoever else they pull along. Cannot wait at all for it, there's just another four measly workdays to go now.

So as I said, I am feeling incredibly antisocial. Last night I came home from work and just fell asleep almost instantly. Tonight I feel I should go downstairs and mingle with the housemates for a couple hours at least. My plan is to make myself some supernoodles and go sit in the living room and eat it with whoever happens to be sat in there watching TV. I'm not good at socialising with strangers though, I thought it would be good to move in with total strangers so I could get to know them but now I realise I would have much rather moved in with people who kept themselves to themselves, or maybe a few less people than other housemates. There's no alone time unless I lock myself away in my room, which is fine by me but they always question it.

I do live on a very nice street though with a park opposite me so I can't complain.

My stomach is still in knots by the way but I'm currently working on untieing them. Coming along nicely. Right I shall pop downstairs at 7pm and cook myself up something edible and then socialise.