Plans for the day thwarted by lack of that mystical thing called a bank balance. On the other hand, carried out reconnaisance and know the right targets to aim for.

Am officially Poor, at least until Monday. Fortunately, I think I've given up the socialising shite. Tomorrow and then no more. I have too much to do and get far too little sleep anyway. I have food and boozeohol and cigarettes, I will survive. And then, I will write.

lj user="protocol_rain">'s housewarming was... interesting. It was a house. With an upstairs. And I've still got the residue of that red wine on my lips. My own fault for drinking from the bottle. Lots of stuff going on, not all of which remains in the memory. Oh well.