It's March! Which means it's spring, and I don't care what you say, blah blah vernal equinox not listening. SPRING SPRING SPRING!
Last night was excellent: drinks with monkeyssk8
in the Cheshire Cheese. Somehow I managed to escape unhungover, despite consuming a frillion pints of beer, and smoking a frillion cigarettes. I must say that for a non-smoker I am very good at smoking. Yeah, should probably stop that. Also there was no food, aside from some crisps that ultraruby
thoughtfully bought, and then some chips that I bullied the chicken shop man into selling us on the way home.
For some inexplicable reason my phone seems to not be accepting text messages, even though I have deleted my sent messages and so there's definitely space. Given the extent to which my life is conducted through text messages, this strikes me as particularly unfair.