The Scottish Widow

Me and Pete went to the Krazy House on saturday night for the Halloween all nighter. He went as James Dean...after the accident, and I just wore a big frock and cloak. I realised after I'd got there that I looked a lot like the Scottish Widow. It was a fairly good night, I had to leave early because of work, and it was just so crowded and hot in there. It seemed like a good idea at the time to wear the whole corset and big skirt ensemble, but I spent most of the night trying not to get my skirt trodden on and drinking water to try and cool down. Also I'm not allowed to drink alcohol because of the pills, and I'm trying to avoid the diet coke cos of the caffeine.
The pills seem to be working, apart from feeling odd the first couple of days they haven't affected me adversely, and I do seem happier in myself, Pete's noticed it and I've noticed it in the way I don't seem to get so down and overreactionary to stuff. I know it's early days yet, and this could just be a blip on the happiness scale and not to do with the pills at all, but I am feeling more hopeful about things now, better than I have felt for a while.