The best laid plans

Mm quiet weekend.

Mm reading papers.

Mm going to work.

Who the feck did I think I was fooling?

I have that hit by a train feeling again.

last night Julie texted to say lets go for drinks. "I'm not going out," I thought, "Oh no. I'm having a quiet weekend. I've got no money. I'm quite tired... I've got two new tops that I bought in Ireland and havn't worn in NZ yet. I'm going out ray ray ray."

I
Got
Annihalated

There was dancing, there was drinking, there were stolen menthol cigarettes, there were multiple taxi trips and a boy.

There were no papers. There was no work. I have just now managed half a bowl of soup and I'm still not sure that was a good decision.

Quiet weekends apparantly are not for me.