General life stuff is going well for me. I have fixed a date to move to Cambridge (22 June, if you're particularly interested in my movements), and all the logistical annoying stuff is falling into place very nicely. And having a date means I'm going to stop drifting and get on with stuff; I'm afraid that I rather need to be obliged to. I've been invited to a youth interfaith conference at the weekend which is going to be absolutely gorgeous.
I saw something which led me to think I'd inadvertently caused someone horrible offence. But we talked about it and she reassured me that it wasn't my fault. Communication is such a good thing.
Also, my little brother the Thuggish Poet turns 23 today. Happy birthday to him.