2004-01-30..12:03 a.m.

So yeah, the gleefully sordid affiar with the drummer boy didn't quite turn out as planned. Don't get me wrong, shatastic time was had by all, if at the expense of any plans of sleep my flatmates were entertaining; but in my excitement of breaking the seven month dry spell I fell down the stairs and nearly broke my ankle.

Which is why I'm up on a worknight rather than in bed overanalysing the past three days. Drummer boy left for Ireland this morning before returning to New York and won't be back in the UK til June at the earliest.

I'm going to finish this story tomorrow.

yours, rather mopey, meep