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So, decided not to let my funk get on top of me.

I think a little of it comes from the fact I'm not summerfesting this year. Previous to this I've spent every bank holiday weekend in august for the past 4 or 5 years getting my camping on, LARPing, building fires and generally being bushman Adam. Sadly due to work I can't do it this year which wouldn't be a problem except I'm fucked off at work over the whole "not getting the promotion" thing. This has probably contributed to my noodle doing it's job of "Hey Adam, why don't we just fuck the world off and go hide in a corner".

Anyhow, as I say I've decided to not let this run me down any more than it already has. Thus I have decided on my own mini-weekend of fun with my friends. It goes as follows.

Friday: We're going camping. Try and stop me will you work? I've booked us a camp site near Morpeth and eight of us are going to go and sing songs and roast potatoes! Also Marshmallows have been purchased. I'm going to try and not drink as I imagine we'll need a designated driver in case of emergency but I've bought some vodka along so Danny can have one and I may have a single at some point in the evening.

Saturday: This is, as I'm sure you're all aware, Doctor Who returning to our screen. So what could be better than having friends around to watch it with you? Well, theoretically it'd be cosplaying up and going to the cinema but I can't trust my friends not to be pissed by that time so I'm reverting to a House party. Going to try and get some Doctor Who Knick-nacks for prizes and maybe do a couple of games and Myles is going to bring round some classic episodes so we can have a good laugh at what Cybermen used to look like. Though, in fairness, they were still terrifying.

Sunday: I've decided to run FnH (see how I try to get all the aspects of my summerfest in here). We're going to do a day site at Chopwell wood and just do a nice, lighthearted adventure for those other people who couldn't, or wouldn't, go to summerfest.

So, that's my weekend. What I feel best about isn't actually the fact I'm doing all this so much as it is I made the decision to do all this. Those who know me or have read through much of this journal will know that I am terrible at just making a decision and going with it. I over-think everything and this leads to procrastination. I'm very aware of this fault and the fact that I can, with effort, overcome it and organise such things on quite short notice is something I'll admit to being proud of.

So, fun weekend with the friends for me. Hope you all have a good bank holiday, will update later. Probably on saturday night when I shall be geeking out over Peter Capaldi.

Oh, final thought on that note. I invited one of my female friends to the Doctor Who party and she refused. I was a little surprised as I thought she was a DW fan and asked her if she just didn't like Peter Capaldi as a choice for the new Doctor. Her response?

"No, I just think the first time I see him as the Doctor I should be at home. On my own. On my leather couch. It's wipe clean".

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. K. Well at least we know there are young women who will still "receive" him well as the latest incarnation of our favourite Time Lord.

Ramblerarambleramble.