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Wednesday no idea what date it is (is it actually Wednesday now I think about it?) | Not much new since the last entry. Went to the debate on Monday night, a thrilling 90 minutes spent talking about the morality of pharmaceutical companies (actually, I'm being disparaging - it was interesting enough for me to stand up and have a bit of a customary rant at the end, as I am prone to do, but a debate really has to be ultra fucking boring to put me off doing that) and then a long, lovely, wander along the Thames with Max. Rah. Yesterday was spent attempting to do some work on my French project, and ended up being surprisingly productive. I seem to have produced enough to actually be called a proper dissertation (by this I mean I have written enough crap) so am now embarking on the endlessly tedious touching-up bit (so to speak) where I read the same thing lots of times, not noticing the same mistakes in my French and generally getting bored and trying to think of anything else under the sun to occupy my mind. Aaah, life. Today was quiet, going out to a blues bar tonight with Claire (a what? I hear you cry, given my hatred of jazz, blues and the like but this is Claire we're talking about - you think I got any choice in the matter?) and no doubt getting rather tipsy in the process. Excellent. Thursday 27.2.03 (rediscovered brain) Actually managed to succeed in genuinely replusing myself today and yesterday. Went out last night with Claire and various other people from NH and definitely got more drunk than I have ever, ever been. The evening involved, at various stages, nicking helium balloons from somewhere and talking with those stupid annoying voices on the way to Soho, being bought a bottle of wine by rather a random, strange Austrailan guy who looked like he had been hit by a train (on this note it wasn't actually me who he was hitting on, but I somehow managed to help myself to lots of the wine anyway,) tumbling down the stairs in 'The French House' (Hello?) attempting to get down to the loo, ending up in Leicester Square eating a disgustingly good burger at around 2am, and lots of other pissed revelry. I admit that it was a brilliant night, but I am going around today looking and feeling utterly, utterly grim. Not hung over as such, but more due to the ongoing presence of alcohol in my system (I think I was still drunk when I woke up) and less than 3 hours sleep last night. Little bits of it keep coming back to me in frightening, well, bits - running into an old schoolfriend in Soho and presumably scaring the crap out of him, saying loudly in a blues bar that I preferred girls with hair (cue presence of girl with v short crappily-cut locks about half a foot from my shouting mouth,) and lots of other random things which I now cringe about (let alone the number of text messages I sent last night. God only knows what was in them because I don't even remember sending half, but my phone's been bleeping annoyingly all morning telling me that they've been delivered to various members of my long-suffering entourage.) Oh dear. Sunday 1.3.03 Fuuuck, it's March. How the hell did that happen, almost without me noticing? Is bloody good that I actually keep this blog becuase I think I'd probably miss important shite like...the passing of the seasons if I didn't. I probably missed the first day of the month given that things are beginning to get slightly manic again now - finished cosy London fortnight and off to Cologne on Tuesday, before which I have to pack and ring people and organise and think about money and generally be practical which I hate because I'm crap at it. This also means that entries on here may be reasonably sporadic over the next few weeks. Apologies.
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