Why is it that sometimes when you go out you sometimes have no fun at all, and other times you have lots of fun, when you're least expecting it.
This wasn't one of those times.
I was expecting to have lots of my friends out, but it just ended up being rather boring. I ended up just feeling a bit out of place.
Still, tomorrow will be more interesting, I hope. Carrying on with the househunting. Although this is probably the worst time to start, according to the newspapers - it's all going to end in ruin, according to them, with prices crashing and negative equity looming. Erk.
Still, it gives me more stuff to worry about. And a good worry is never wasted. That's my motto.