Crisis over.

Had the best weekend...up till i got home at about 2/3ish pm on sunday (yeah...dirty stop out central). The got greeted by the drunken master telling me he'd signed up for haiti volunteer program as a driver for 6-12 months and all he was waiting for was flights to be allocated. At which point it felt like the bottom dropped out of my world and smashed into about a thousand pieces on the floor.

Since then I've had time to reflect, calm down...and have now learned that he didn't read the bit that said that he'll need six grand to participate to support himself whilst there so it looks unlikely that he's going anywhere...although miracles do sometimes happen obviously. Moody was amazing when i called him in tears and told him....and we spent monday afternoon together at his flat playing each other tunes and eating junk food and drinking tea, which was just what the doctor ordered. In a funny way all this has made me realise that i need to get on with my own thing more...once i've shifted this fucking cold which has come back with a vengeance since meeting Max who was lurgied to hell on saturday night. I consulted a psychic in the meantime to see what they had to say. And this time none of it rang true. My gut feelings are usually pretty good so I'm going with those rather than the other option.

Now what i need is some cdjs to practise on. Wish i could think of someone who had some.