hathycol | (no subject)

I am going to the pub tonight, with Jess and Day. This is after promising myself - promising I say - that I would give my liver a rest other than the cheap wine I am looking forward to drinking after I come back from

flickerswitch's thing tomorrow. Speak of the devil, she is nineteen tomorrow which is a very scary concept, but there we are. NEARLY TWENTY OH GOSH. But yes, going out to the pub in a different company than it has been recently and it's all going to be a little bit strange. Still, it's probably all for the best since I might, y'know, have some self-control. Not many drinks for me tonight. Oh ho no. Friday is a very hard day at work and I cannot take the madness.

Speaking of madness, it's been a strange afternoon. I went and bought

flickerswitch's Birthday Stuff today as well as hanging about like a loon in Woolworth's to get some passport photos taken. They're better than my driving licence/passport ones on the basis that I do not look angry and my hair is not virulently orange, and they're better than my Winstanley one because really, that photo just sucked. However, I am not a natural in front of the camera so spent much of the time peering and trying to make sure the skin looked good and the piercings looked better. Still, it's done now. So there. I will forever look a bit pale, but I've had worse photos taken. I think.

Anyway. I should go and get in the shower and stuff. Because out on the piss. Again. Except not! For I shall not be drinking! Very much! No, really, I can't. I can't afford it and I WILL DIE AND MY LIVER WILL EXPLODE AGAIN.

Although leaving the house? Means avoiding my family, and that is a good thing. *thwacks*

~Hathy_Col~