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Finally got the central heating working. Which was nice.

Went out last night, which has re-fucked my sleep patterns. Gave me a bit of exercise though, as well as confirming that I am in fact the best dancer ever.

Giddiness has went away, but it’s been three days now. If there truly is a benevolent god then it’ll be back soon.

Urk. I still feel jittery a day after the hangover. Pretty sure I know what this is,

She’s really nice though. Exactly what I need. Exactly.

I’d be chuffed to the point of no words if this works out, but it’s likely going to be in the hands of other people for a while. Gah.

Well, nearly.

Have to sort my sleeping patterns out. At any rate I’m going out tonight, I really have to make sure everything still works.

All in, life is pretty decent these days. I could do with sorting my friends out and I could really, truly do with a nice girlfriend, but the fridge is full of beer and soon I should (please god) be making money again. And I can dance the pants off of nearly anyone.

So yeah. Even if I’m out myself tomorrow, I’m out. Get a decent brekkie in me (tempted to actually do what I tried to the other night and curry it) and I’ll be okay, then it’s just a case of survival. Hit the town running, get proper pissed for a change (hopefully with stu, and it’d be nice to get some other folk along) and enjoy mine self. This is my second-last weekend before the real world begins again, and potentially my last proper debauchery. If things are looking dull I might hit Prestwick or Edina for sunday, although it would really be sensible to stay the fuck out of prestwick for good. I’m none too pleased with myself.