Oooh you're a naughty mess

doing good/ out for chinese last nuit then my mate from upstairs returned from a sojourn in the country so we'd a wee weed smoke and a bottle of red/ still managed to get to bed before ten and then woke at 1100 this morn., p'haps b'cause f'n' a touch of the flu (of which there is apparently an epidemic in londres)/ thus sustaining the self with flagons of water, black coffee and aspirin, ibuprofen and paracetamol tablets/ have to make the flog to the pharm. to fill my rx before 1830/ i could switch to a pharm. closer by (there are about 3 within 5 minutes walk of my flat) but i seem strangely attached to this inconvenient routine/ it is a chance to read and write in peace and sneak a can of three in the early to mid-after./ well, must press on...