Friday, Saturday and Sunday - Collectively known as the weekend

The ball was alright. A nice way to finish off my three years at university. The meal was fantastic value for money, L and I also managed to swindle some wine from other people which was good. L looked stunning.

I didn't do anything apart from drink and talk, the only time I moved from the table we were sat at was to go the bar or to the bathroom, as it was far too bloody hot to do anything else. As Morrissey would put it "Good times for a change."

Had an uneventful weekend which was pleasant. Today starts another week, got a job on Wednesday evening working at Anfield. Yes, L's and mine working life might start to have a disastrous effect upon our relationship!!!

I am still unemployed (barring this temp job on Wednesday evening.)