Perhaps too drunk Friday. Minimal activity Saturday. Went to the bar. Apparently I should ask the incredibley attractive barmaid out because she'd say yes.

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need....sleeep

then some people came round to my house at about 10.30. I made them all pasta and we drank whiskey and a selection of beers i brought back from france ages ago. Didnt get drunk though. Woke up this morning, watched bbc parliament with a few left over freinds. THey left an hour and a bit ago. Im gonna phone in sick to work today so i can get some of my dissertation done. Gonna drink tea and eat cakes that my friend (who works at a bakers) kindly brought me yesterday. Brilliant.

P.s What illness should I say I have? I dont want them to think im hungover. Right now Im thinking of going with "dizzy when I stand up"

I'M SORRY

:(

I had a good night, I just wish I could remember more of it. Also I wish I'd been less drunk when I made that phone call... I'm not sure why but I decided to cook veggie burgers whilst drunk, *burnt blistering hand* :(

That was my last night of drinking till February though, so I had to make the most of it.

looks like a gaylords bar for people who talk out of thier bum holes alot....try going to a proper pub, pick up slags with decent drugs, listen to vinyl and spend your sunday writing a decent melody with a guitar.

so worked friday night until 3am. slept yesterday and awoke to a phonecall asking me to work again. worked yesterday. drank afterwards. went to bed.

just got up. had a fried breakfast and got some akron family tickets. now i have a big glass of milk and i'm listening to joni mitchell.

pretty good.

having such an ease with people as to just fall into an evening with a couple of strangers. It must be a talent of sorts.

My weekend is turning out to be quite productive all told, failed to go and meet friends for drinks last night but am now benefiting from having done a satisfying chunk of recording, and not being in Streatham with a hangover. Sweet!

Friday night was nice, stomped around London with Claire before deciding that her home was a better place to be, we ate baked brie and crudited carrots which I bravely sacrificed my finger by cutting.
Yesterday was average to bad, my throat is bleeding again and I feel really faint. I fell asleep in my clothes. Today is even worse.

After having a fairly uneventful night out on Thursday I decided to stay in on Friday evening to work on my college assignment which is due tomorrow. Ofcourse I ended up doing none of it, so I stayed in Saturday evening and done very little of it. I'm now finishing it. Tonight though, I go see Reginald D. Hunter live! It can only get better.

The plans I made fell apart, and I ended up playing FM 08 till 1.30am.

Fuck yeah.

are in my hood so I've been being a really awful tour guide and showing them stuff like the palace and the park where everyone goes dogging and museums and chocolate shops and eating soup and drinking really horrible beer and eating pancakes and having no money and seeing bands.

I've been having fun :D

...as had my flatmate.

We're talking 8 counts of gushing vomit and the inability to move for hours at a time.

Yet today I feel fine. Very strange bug!