I've been feeling more dead than alive the last few days. Oh where are the days when I never used to be ill? :( Anyway, it didn't stop me from seeing Franz Ferdinand two nights ago (pictures will follow) and it won't stop me from seeing White Lies tonight.
Apart from that, I have a guitar! When my dad was a teenager, he bought it on a holiday to Spain, hoping he could teach himself to play it. Unfortunately, he failed. It got left behind in a closet somewhere in my grandparents house until now, when they decided to give it to me. I can't play a single chord and the guitar obviously needs some serious tuning, but hey, I'm very happy with my new darling!