January 21st 2016
Today I seem incapable of getting drunk. I mean, I’ve tried. I’ve had like, six pints, which should be enough to at least put me in somewhat of a good mood. But instead I’ve just left the club two hours before it closed because I was sober as a judge.
I get to a point and then I’m like ‘nope, not anymore’ and then I go for a walk around, get some ironic fresh air in the smokers area, and then decide to leave and go and get a subway.
I’m the most depressing drunk I know. I have to try really hard to have a good time because the drink doesn’t do it for me – and I’ve spent a fiver to get in and a fiver on every bottle of Magners I bought in the club.
we got home and the cats were there to greet us, and that’s a much nicer way to spend An evening.