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Familial bollocks

I've been home 28 hours. It has been 24 hours since my last cigarette. I am not coping with this at all well. I need a bollocking cigarette in the next hour or I'm going to kill someone.

Opened a present that came through on Tuesday disguised as a letter. The joys of a paycheque for the first half of Nice Spleen, Bitch! I shall have to remember to pay it in when the banks are open again. Very nice to get paid for my evenings and weekends.

Father dragged me to a pub earlier, but hasn't realised that I've reinforced the tolerance he implanted in me. Caused three splutters so far[0], but I'm still sat here sober while he and my brother are pished. Fucking lightweights. I much prefer being drunk, because then I don't have to think about dealing with them.

Had far too many ideas altogether. Can't write them at all. No time, and when I do have time, the only places I can write I have to deal with drunk family. Bugger. I need a space where I can work.

[0]: Old friend of dad: "How are your boys, then?" Dad: "You can ask my eldest, he's the dodgy bugger with the beard here." OFOD: "Errrr..." *looks up" "Hi?"



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Dec. 25th, 2005 05:38 pm (UTC)
Though it may be somewhat unlikely: I hope you have a Merry $DEITYmas.
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