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Hey, now it's vaguely late here!
I've just had a strange evening with my flatmate and a friend of mine from work, the latter of whom kept drunkenly telling everyone I was her best colleague. Embarrassing, yet strangely flattering. And she bought me beer.
BUT- sensibly, instead of going off with them to drink more and get inevitably hammered, I decided to come home, have a quiet couple of beers, and spend some time with my poor neglected doggy, the wife being out at friends' and all.
I'm now kind of wishing I'd gone out on the piss... but I'm pretty sure I did the right thing.
How's everyone else? IS there anyone else? Lateshifters- ASSEMBLE!!! |
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