Oooh you're a naughty mess

day four sans methadone/ 've managed to cut the drinking to 2 day cans and a one-half btl vino of an eve/ getting to sleep takes a little while, something i've not experienced in some time/ h'ever if i keep drinking in the manner of late i won't last much longer/ better on the brown, innit?/ bored as hell today/ carrying out mundane tasks and listening to a lot of happy mondays, for a change/ reading a book on sid vicious/ for a book by a music journalist it's not the most terrible writing i've ever encountered/ i intend to stay off gear, which shouldn't be too difficult/ the only places i know to score these parts are crack-houses of sorts ('friends' houses which each day flood with the various fuck-ups, hardcore crackheads and mental patients allowed out of s- mental institution on day release)/ i find these places infinitely depressing and 'ving to buy white and share it with the house owner is not economical/ if i'd a few guys like in nth ldn it might be different/ the GBP 10 i spend on booze a day would probably go on 'dark' (a sth ldn phrase, as against 'light' (crack))/ anyway, all this writing of drugs is causing me to salivate so i'm going to stop and've a slow and quiet beer/ laters beings...