Today life is good. The weekend was peculiar. Friday night, we sat in the house and drank, with no club night or bar or pub or house party to go to. We sat, and drank, watched 30 Rock (which I am not a huge fan of), and complained that it was dull. It was dull. On Saturday night I went to a night run by a friend of a friend. It was a jungle/breakbeat set in an old man's pub. I started the evening unexpectant, sober, and slightly scared of the people around me. I had a few pints. Then I found some MD. Then some more of my friends turned up. Then I found Ketamine. I got fucked up. On Sunday I came back down.
Today I got up early (by my incredibly lazy standards) and did a few hours' work. I am very pleased, because I've been ill and falling behind in my work. And, as most of what I need to do is self-motivated and self-taught, it can be quite easy to give in to procrastination. Later I think I'll go for a run.
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