hideously drunk again last night/ several beers, roughly 1 & 1/2 btls rouge and a bottle of port/ started an argument with the alba, chain smoked, passed out, waking at 0500 with a cold back/ revolting h'over ensued, though i've managed to redress the balance with a beer and a sandwich/ currently broke as a humerous remark and thus prospects for this evening is bleak/ meant to be going out but funds are so slight i fear i have not even the liberty to fart/ never mind/ i'm sure my ingenuity will kick in soon/ as horrifically overrated wilde said, it is the mark of genious to make opportuinites where none are apparent, or something along those tracks/ out

feeling good/ these ssris are most certainly working/ sitting in i-caf eating a sub and sipping a beer/ been tying it on uber heavy de late so trying to slow consumption/ 've been drinking from the minute i rise, strong wine mixed with the pills, culminating in my blacking out and then being unable to remember anything substantial about the evening the following day/ i have long and involved telephone conversations, cook meals, go to the shops, do funny shit, start arguements, fall down, and fail to recall any of it/ moreover i don't suffer physically so much but i keep ruining my clothes, most of which are now scarred with wine stains/ what i have accomplished though is quitting cider, namely cheap white cider, the ruin of many a fine vagrant and very nearly your's truly/ vile and unmitigated evil it is, and i have forever banished it's ruinous ass from my house/