they won't let you smoke and you can't get drunk

feeling a wreck? aren't we all. winter hit hard and fast this week, and it's been a regular cavalcade of joy. i'm feeling all gritty with a cold, my housemate has put down a deposit on a flat with her boyfriend leaving me to find somewhere else to live, and last night i didn't sleep at all thanks to the rather nasty fight that broke out on our street. after a morning spent giving statements to the police (i'm such a curtain-twitcher) and enduring all the unpleasant close-to-home type memories that have followed the incident, i'm left wanting nothing more than to get blind drunk, which is essentially what i've done every other night this week so far. why spoil the pattern?

and so it's a cheery return to the blog...