from ten until nine, and now i'm going to listen to records and make a roast. and then go and see henry rollins tomorrow. sweet.

...because I've got to get up at 7am tomorrow morning to work and then make some progress on a heap of coursework after that.

meh

but also because i want to watch MotD, i'm really skint, and i don't want to end up bladdered, which i would do if i went out. i kinda like staying in and slobbing on the weekends, and there's not much on in town anyhow.

johnny foreninger was good. i drakn a few too many.

Someone has to take care of the kids...

Everybody feel sorry for me

i live in north wales

free money/wine/food/skt tv? Best nights work evaaaar.

and i'm poor. so i did a few things that needed to be done round the flat instead.

I got a phonecall from my mental ex girlfriend, who although absolutely beautiful, is very very not right. This was the first time I've spoken to her since July.

I was out with the dog.

"Philbird?"
"Yes?"
"Hiya its Chloe. Wanna come out tonight in Blackburn?"
"Nah not really. Sorry"
"Ahh ok. Speak soon. Bye."
"Bye!"

went to bed at 7am and then woke up at 6pm having missed a shit load of things

FA Cup

Mates Birthday

Saturday

Friend from oxford visiting

.

And ;

1. Have no money.
2. Have no friends.
3. Wanted to blow up the broken microwave.

1/ I'm having a peep show marathon

2/ I'm going on a pub crawl round southampton tomorrow afternoon!

(still in January mode)... I retoxed tonight with four vodka sodas for the first time in 25 days and didn't smoke any rettes. Surprising for me. The reason I'm still not out is because I'm tired as had a late night last night (sans alcohol) and was running around today and I want to get up nice and early and go for a long run again tomorrow like I did last night. Fucking hell, I think I've reached middle age. Bring on the summer of lurve, please... I'm craving warm air and the sun brings out the best in me.

Also nothing to do (Oxford is really boring at weekends) although there is a hideous "bop" going on nearby which will keep me up till 2.

Also I really should be working.

Sigh.

All day in the union bar playing drinking games, had people come over and play more drinking games, left to hit one of the clubs and was violently ill on the way

Memory is then blurred until I decided to get pissy with the boyf, who'd got me home safely and looked after me.

Now it's nearly 4.30, he's asleep on my spare mattress and I feel shitty.

And will probably still be hungover in the morning. Bollocks.

i've got to write an essay on porn.

rule 1: academicising the carnal is WRONG and NO FUN