drainedOn the other hand, it's hardly worthy of comment, yer only young once, we've all done similar back in the day, let the kid have his fun, etc. YET I feel vaguely annoyed that jaunts to nekkid beanos in Las Vegas may have been partially financed by the dime of the oppressed workers of the UK. Hmm.
My sleep pattern is still really messed up, and I feel crook. Gruesome nightmares, too. Last night's was immensely gory, Kevin Spacey was somehow involved , in a council block I once squatted in briefly, at the Oval, and there was a caped maniac running around with a big knife. I was hiding in stair wells and stuff and it was 'orrible.
