I'm listening to a ridiculous amount of Patti Smith at the moment. She's truly an amazing person, and I need to re-read Just Kids. I'd forgotten about her album of covers (Twelve) and how good it is, along with all her own stuff. When I get down I drink and put it on through my good headphones so that I can remember to breathe.
So much of the time last week I felt like I was underwater. I didn't have a clue what was going on. Quidditch this weekend helped so much, I forgot how lovely everyone is. I developed a massive quidcrush, went on the bumpercars and reffed a game for the first time. Everyone was so lovely and really helped me, whether they knew the situation or not.
I still feel really shit a lot though. I need a quidditch weekend. Hoping there'll be another one like this during the summer, or Reading can host some scrimmages. Then I'd get to have all the quidkids in my house for a party and I'd be a happy Snowflake.