bubosquared | (no subject)

Okay. I drank how much yesterday? Half a litre of gin. All by my lonesome. And yet I was still coherent enough to ...

... type semi-correctly and vaguely coherently;
... not only manage to smoke without injuring myself, but also rolling cigarettes (although I make no claims as to the quality of said cigs);
... put the covre on my duvet right before I went to sleep;
... actually remember how to speak English.

I'm impressed with myself. I'm also afraid to look at the chatlog, because dude. Yo, Z, have you got the one for the y!msgr chat? Cause I didn't save that one.

Mireille and everyone else involved in the QuidditchGeeksInWuv part of the RPG, I want ze chatlogs. Now. because my dancing kink needs to be satisfied.

And apparently, I wasn't sober enough to not sleep on my arm. Ow.