I went to Coast Out Fair Day on the weekend. The weather was bizzarely windy, and everyone at my stall ended up at least a little bit sick by the end of it.

I had a lovely time. Towards the end of the day, Louise, Emma and I started wlaking out into the ever-diminishing crowd with our remaining goods in an attempt to sell them for a lower price. Eventually we just said "Food" and "Donation", before I shoved our group's flyer in their face. It turns out when you ask people for a donation for something, it can go one of two ways. They'll give much more than the product is worth, or they'll do what lots of people did and just grab something and walk off.

The day ended up taking much longer than it was originally supposed to, and after pack up, I didn't get home until 7-something. I soon found myself in the shower, swearing in my head.

My weekend started immediately after class on Friday. That night, I had a sleepover, I guess you could call it. There were only five of us, so it was all very close knit. I was by far the most drunken one there. I felt really terrible though. Not because most of my blood had been replaced with alcohol, but because two of the girls were really unhappy. I mean REALLY unhappy. We'd all agreed to come over and have a few drinks, but apparently not. When two of your best friends are randomly unhappy and choose not to drink at a pre-organised agreed-upon shindig, what should you do? Well, apparently repeatedly asking if their okay doesn't work. I don't know what I was supposed to do though. It both broke my heart and pissed me off, so I just kept drinking and pole dancing. I had a good night. But I don't know if anyone else did. And I feel terrible.

The next morning I woke up and walked home to grab some eggs, before returning and waiting for everyone to wake up. That's the most boring thing one can do. Anyway, when they eventually woke up, I discovered that I had not only rolled in tim tams the previous evening, but when I was passing out in the early hours of the morning, I was loudly discussing the fact that I was going numb. I thought I'd thought that.

The later hours of Saturday saw me making an unspeakably large amount of cookies for the fair. After I finally finished this, I rode my bike to the shops to meet up with the others again, and of course left my bike lock at home. So we tied it up with a sock.

I had Goodie over that night, which was lovely. But we couldn't stop ourselves worrying about another dear friend. But there's only so much worrying you can do before falling asleep.

I've explained Sunday.

So now it's Tuesday, and I've finally succumb to one of the sicknesses floating around. I dread to think what class work I have to catch up on.