Another wasted Friday
GAH. Damn you, the Cuthbert!
Nah, to be honest this is a good thing. Not enough of us going, this cold isn’t heading south fast enough and after that curry it’s highly unlikely that I’d be making much motion anyway. So meh.
Anyway, tonight was fun at the pub. Had a heart-to-heart with Nikki, which was amusing, although it’s reasonable to assume that she knows why I’m so forgiving of little miss powersuit. Told a couple of little white lies, as I is wont to do, but I should be able to get away with it. One night in Brixton is now sufficient to claim to have lived there, for instance. Think I came away better for it though. Good lass.
Tomorrow is now the big night. I hope that I can talk to cute girl for a while. I also hope that I get up at a sensible time to do shopping and Interweb and tidying. Want this place spotless. It’s annoying me.
Oh yeah, and talked to eleanor for three seconds on msn. she was intensely relieved that I was still alive. Really need to get back into wasting all day talking to her. Best days ever innit.
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