Oooh you're a naughty mess

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