Yup, that’s what I did – I stayed in.

Must be old age I hear you cry…probably right, but the various substances and vodka played a key part – I was too wasted to go out.

Apparently, one day I’ll grow up…

Whatever…

EDIT: breakfast = remains of the vodka in a glass that smells of Sambucca and a coffee…should make for a good day…

2nd EDIT: I’m hungover…I hate those creeping hangovers – you wake up fine, spring out of bed, then slowly, oh so slowly, your head starts gaining pounds until it feels like a 25kg weight and then the throbbing starts (stop giggling at the back)…breakfast at Tiffany’s* I think.

I’m not sure I like my town anymore…might be time to move on.

* Breakfast at Tiffany’s = early drink at the Falcon – opens early for some town market related reason *shrugs*