Things.

I made a pact with myself, that I've already broken, that I would blog everyday. But in fairness, I've an excuse.

Friday night; Girly night in Clo's.

Saturday night;Went to Evita in Dublin, somehow ended up at a gaff party.

Sunday night; Went to see Cathy Davey with Sinead.

So it was a pretty good weekend, if you can tell!

Things are still bothering me, I'm still getting repeats of that dream about Mr. Artsy. Some people and I are still not completely back to normal, others are amazing and I adore them all over again. Saturday night was good for me, in a weird kind of way. Sunday too, I needed Sinead time badly.

Sinead said something to me yesterday, that made me think a little.

She was laughing, talking about how I was acting with someone. She told me she knows how unconfident I am, that I never think anyone would like me, how paranoid I am, ect. And then she laughed, and said I can put on an amazing front of confidence though with people. In her own words, I put on my "Yeah, I know I'm a fucking ride" act. And yet, that's all it is.

An act.