My friends came to York last night. It's always great to see them (one was quite tanned) but I still got thinking and reflecting. Why, whenever I'm out (it happened last Friday in Huddersfield) I reflect on all the sucky things and try and balance it out with the good stuff in my head? Still, I snapped out of it quicker last night. It's caring too much I think (boy aren't I modest).
Must go, Law & Order beckons.