I’m ever so slightly quite pissed. This should be fun!

For some reason, I fancied having a drink tonight and ended up finishing off a bottle of rather nice port that I was supposed to be saving for Christmas.

Note for future: do not buy booze unless intended recipients are no more than 18 hours away. I have a legendary lack of self control.

It was very nice, and although my head seems to be working ok at the moment, my eye to hand coordination has gone to poopy. I will want to die when I wake up sometime tomorrow morning.

I was going to watch a film via the wonders of internet tellyboxviewing this evening, only the film I wanted to watch was on the LoveFilm service that you can’t play through your telly pile of shite waste of money. I ended up watching a film that I’d seen at the cinema with my ex ex ex Jo and her sister and brother-in-law a few years ago. Odd that this was on since we’d been engaged in a text exchange about certain friends of mine who insist on send Christmas cards to her place, despite the fact that I’ve told them of my new address on a number of occasions.

This got me to thinking about Christmas cards that I receive. I am very thankful of all of them and of the sentiment around them, however, the senders’ style standards don’t often match with mine, because I receive so few, there’s not enough Christmas card ‘noise’ to drown out the really hideous ones. I’d rather just put a card up of my own choosing instead of certain ones I receive through the post.

Oh I’m so tired and drunk, I really must sleeep or I’lll spend all of tomroww regretting this.