So drunk
It's late, 1:30 in the blessed am and I'm in an internet cafe in London with Justin and his friend Mark. Justin is in the UK to visit his dad and we've been out drinking and wotnot. Justin is very loud and people are getting awfully snooty about it. I'm drunk too, but I don't seem to need to provide a running commentary on everything I read.

The train back to my place leaves at 2am, so we're filling in time. Justin flies back to Germany in the morning.

And not a moment too soon, I say.

Yes, I know I've been bad about posting recently. I know my previous promises to up my level of postings have not been worth the pixels they were printed on. I'm sorry. I really do plan to get back to the whole blogging thing, but what with work and me being in training to become an alchoholic, I'm just not keeping up.

I blame society.