i am about to blow both of your minds.
behold, the cookies of good fortune. it was the first time i'd had a 'safe' friend visit after all the springdisaster, and we ate a fuckton of food and i could rant freely to someone who sort of knew what'd been going on, and the people involved, rather than someone bang in the middle of it or a MH professional who just thought i sounded like a paranoid nutbag.
oddly enough.. bt gave me an unexpected refund the next day.
and shortly after, i booked tickets to go see my favourite band in paris.
tell me to my face that a machine knew that, ey?