hmmm. I ought to know by now not to go out with the girls from work; I end up drunken, smokey and getting home too late to do anything at all except wonder where all my money went and why I appear to be clutching half of something perhaps best described as 'street food'. And if I'm terribly lucky, I'll be starting work the next morning at 10, not 9
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Sorry to be lurking about reading your journal by the way - I did meet you once, but it was years ago, very dark, lots of drunken Goths about. So it doesn't even count really.
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