"Like when you wake up behind the bar trying to remember where you are..."

So my attempt to write something every day has seriously failed. Probably no bad thing. But it has been an eventful week.

Overall, I've been in very high spirits:
- Last night I went to see my absolute hero, the lovely gorgeous fantastic singer Jenny Lewis. She was, of course, fabulous. I wont rant on about tall people at gigs, though it was marred slightly by the fact that the best view I got of her was through the display on someone else's outstretched camera, and other than that I was mostly left squinting at the top of her hat. But she was quite charming, and although her new album - Acid Tongue - doesn't yet live up to Rabbit Fur Coat, the songs all sounded brilliant, especially Acid Tongue itself, The Next Messiah and Sing A Song For Them. And Rise Up With Fists - maybe my favourite Jenny Lewis song. Although as soon as I wrote that I thought of all my other favourites (pretty much every song on Rabbit Fur Coat. It really is a good album.)
- Perhaps more importantly, I work in an international college and this week we passed the challenging middle stage of an inspection process. And I have the best registers the inspector has seen!
- My fave person at work got back from a three week holiday. I was saved from talking to myself any longer.
- I went on a one day First Aid course, and have since then cried out "I know First Aid!" at every opportunity. I don't know why, I'm literally terrified of ever having to use the skills, so everyone around me has to be extremely careful.
- Today I had a reckless shopping spree (despite my gran's warnings about the recession - I don't really understand what it is so there's no point worrying) and bought, amongst other things, some really comfy new PJs and moo cow patterned slippers.
- Finally, flicking through the Guardian Guide this evening, three things made me smile: Charlie Brooker on the cover; Adam and Joe in Radio Pick of the Day today (it was a brilliant show); and Radio Pick of the Day on Monday is the aforementioned Jenny Lewis in session on Radcliffe and Maconie. Can't wait.

And, although something a bit rubbish did happen, I was half expecting it and had quite geniusly resisted reading Charlie Brooker's Guardian column all week so I had something when I needed cheering up. Nothing like an invisible apocalypse to bring joy back into your heart.