Last night was bad. Boiled beef and cabbage. Gawd, save me from Irish cooks! My taste buds were screaming for something to do.
Laurie's cousin and her 5 y o brat were over for dinner. If either of them had a thought in their heads it'd be lonely.
You know what's coming, dontcha.
I only smoked half of it then threw it away. Locked myself in my room for the rest of the night. The upside of that was that episode 3 of series 2 of Life on Mars was on TV. I would've missed it if I'd stayed up and pretended to be sociable.
I really noticed last night that there are two voices in my head. One tells me "No, don't do it." The other tells me "Fuck 'em, it'll make you feel better."
I'm thinking I might get a lobotomy, (a) to get rid of that second voice and (b) to reduce me to the level where I can converse with these people comfortably.
Mood today is pissed off.
13 hours ago