I suck so hard at blogging. When I used to religiously keep a diary (14-17, oh yes. 3 badboy years of sulking, smoking and listening to the smiths) I would only ever write it on days I was depressed or hungover or suffering from one of the ten thousand colds I get per year, never when I was happy or excited or had been busy. And now summer is nearly over, and I have not written anything. Whevz.