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Sunday 14th January 2001
The less often I wake up in the morning with a hangover after a heavy night's drinking, the more convinced I become that I am an alcoholic. Still - alcohol tolerance is a good thing, probably. I had hoped to do some flat tidying but didn't really get up until some time in the afternoon. I didn't look at a clock because I thought it would depress me. I sat around eating my croissants (full fat) and slurping coffee instead, until thinking about doing some washing and other useful things. I had a nice long chat with Philip in the afternoon who told me that he'd have no problem with me staying in the cottage for a few months if I really was certain I wanted to quit career-life for a while and go somewhere to practice my French. Mmmmm. Work through the summer or sit in the south of France drinking cheap (in price) wine and toasting Matthew J. Szulik? Hm. Actually, come to think of it the last time I did that I fell asleep with a bottle of Pimms beside me and woke up crimson apart from a stripe on one leg where I'd crossed them. Perhaps not a good idea after all. I'm still intrigued by this language learning thing. I could bugger off in the summer (which would mean handing notice in on April 1st!), leave on July 1st, head over to the cottage with Philip for a few weeks then disappear off to a school or something for a month or so. Back in the UK in time for Christmas. More importantly back in time for Mardi Gras in Manchester in August. Spoke with butch Liam who said he'd come over with Nic for a visit if I did go. Hm. Not even there yet and I'm arranging sleep overs. Up to Joel's in the evening (when I had finally got my act together and stopped flopping around) for drinks at Corpus. Lots of cutesie student types. I gave Peter his mountie which I'd bought him infront of his s/o which probably means said other thinks I'm now stalking his boyfriend. I do hope the mountie appeared ironic and not desperate. Hm. I didn't actually think about that until I handed it over then realised I must've looked a bit of an arse. Joel kindly pointed out that I didn't so I should stop fretting. Hm. Flopped around Chez Joel for a while and then drove home quite quietly as it was a bit frosty. Irish Gareth. Grrr. Futurama on Sky One again! Whee! I put the Sydney tickets somewhere safe. I hope I remember where that was. | |||
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