Oooh you're a naughty mess

up since obscenely early (0300) consequence of some fuck-wit phoning me at 0141 then 0143 wondering if i wanted to travel half way across london to get wasted/ double-u.tea.eff, as they say/ so, unable to sleep and no doubt perturbed by the reduction in methadone i rose and've been listening to music and buying albums i can't afford on ebay/ what a haul: iggy pop, wild child; sly and the family stone, stand; hendrix, live at monterey; happy mondays, peel sessions ep; captain beefheart, lick my decals off baby; hendrix, concerts/ my girlfriend is going to fucking crucify me but i simply could not help myself/ !/