Oooh you're a naughty mess

friday...in spite of my recent 'abstinence' started fair early yester, the whiskey and then a pint/ then a pre-lunch drink with father and an excellent lunch tho' i fell asleep at the table near the close/ slept prolifically thereafter, rising at 0845 this morn. to the bell of the postman with beastie boys, paul's boutique in paw/ my dad gave me some dollar for stiches yester so i'm reallocating funds to the vinyl cause/ 'tis pissing down this day/ might work on some poecy later/ 've to work all day and till late tomorrow so i'm'a make up some mix tapes (yes, tapes) to consume en route to and from/ vice/