27.10.07
A Night on a Friday
Strange, how my mind turns the pathetic things I do into something to be proud of... But I've had three beers (all alone, no real people with me), and I'm still awake. About to stop being awake, but it's more than I expected. I'm pleasantly drunk, and I shall go to bed tonight knowing that this Friday evening wasn't a completely wasted one, like so many before it were.
Repeat after me: small things.
Repeat after me: small things.
