This is incredibly dangerous. Typing out a bloggle when slightly intoxicated through too much of the stuff named above, when anything could be written without me giving a damn. Like I said earlier, I wouldn't give a damn about me earlier, but I wouldn't embarrass people. Now however? I really don't care about anything.
It was an average night. I was a bit ruined even before we got to Averageness Central, a.k.a Bedford High Street, and the bars and clubs were even more average and it was just a general night of complete average. Just all average. Obviously, I don't get out to drink much so my days of lightweight times are back and the small bottle of JD was enough to get me merry plus the few I had in the colour-changing bar plus a couple when we ran out of time, (Timeout people..), and that was me done. I was ready to go home when the music got a little bit bassy I just became incredibly tired. Why the hell am I even on here?
Obviously, we had to visit BP on the way home. I paid more of a taxi fair than Mario to make it fair but it has to be done nowadays. I found out I would be training the new guy tomorrow night which makes me depressed but maybe it will be something new for me and make the night go faster. Hopefully cricket will be good at the weekend despite the rains of the last couple of days and basically, I hope the next few days will be nice and cushty. No more averageness like tonight please!
Why do I have face paint on my cheeks? Oh yeah, I remember.. Dear me..
I need sleep. 3.40am. Sleep.
By the way, it took me forty-five minutes to type that out. The delete button is exhausted.
Ciao x
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