Holiday time.

It was the first day of my holiday today. What a crap day it was. When I woke up in the morning, I was so happy. No work for a week and a half, no having to deal with annoying people. I had plans to go somewhere, to do stuff. I ended up staying indoors for a good proportion of the day as the weather was shit. It was especially bad in the afternoon, when a little rain shower suddenly metamorphosed into a full blown thunderstorm.

If that wasn't bad enough, I later got beaten up by my two year old nephew when we all went round to my sister's. He's been doing it a lot lately, especially to me and he seems to be hitting me harder and harder every time. I know what you're thinking, "he's only 2!" Yes, but he's a 2 year old with a powerful right hook. Mum says he does it because he loves me and wants to play with me. I love him and love playing with him, I just don't like the bites and bruises I get left with. He'll grow out of it, I suppose.

The thing that really put the tin lid on it was when I heard that Keane have had to cancel the secret gig they were due to play in Dublin that I entered the competition to win tickets for, as well as a few other of their gigs because singer Tom's got exhaustion. I suppose I shouldn't be too disappointed, as I never win anything anyway, but still, it would've been nice to actually get to see a band I like live and in the flesh for once. I suppose I still have a chance to, as Franz Ferdinand are coming in their place and my entry is still valid for them. Still, I hope Tom gets better soon.