Evening, stream of consciousness and quiz roundup

Nice dinner, then off to be sociable down the pub for a bit with Pete, Diana, Sion and Jan. Before they arrived talked for a bit with Paul and Dave, two random blokes standing at the bar. They seemed nice enough. Why is it always me who ends up in these conversations though? Talked about dogs and parents and divorce and throwing parties for other people and random other bits and pieces. Drank diet coke. Pleasant way to spend the evening, and tried to keep the sad moments out of sight.

Ended up talking in the carpark for ages after closing time. Tried to reassure Jan that it was nothing she'd done wrong, and that I don't think the politics and angst and jealousy and so on over the last few months had anything to do with it either. Now reminded of Vicky disbelieving that you could ever just drift out of love again without something having triggered it. But I think that's all it was, and I don't know why or how. And I do still love her, I'm just not "in love", if that's the way to distinguish it. It's all too complicated. Don't want anyone to blame August for it though. That's the one thing that's been worrying me most. Most of all that he'll blame himself. There *is* no-one to blame but me, for changing how I feel somehow, and it's not something I'd have chosen.

RJK still feeling grotty when I got back, but a hot chocolate seems to be perking him up a bit. Still wondering why I bother with gaps between packets of pills anyway. Have the Rory McLeod song about kisses going through my head. Still haven't listened to the second one of the double CD. Bedtime soon, but first here's the quizzes I've collected over the past week, a contradictory mass of things that say not very much about me at all.

( Quizilla overload )