Wow, I can type pretty coherently for an old drunk. Forgot I posted that last entry... anyway, suprisingly I'm not hungover or anything today. I think it's down to painkillers + spirits + beer not so much getting you "drunk", instead getting you feeling more akin to being really stoned, except cheaper, not illegal, and likely to kill you before you turn 30. Cool. Still, I managed to be about an hour late for work this morning... I was just having a nice sleep, that's all!...

Stu

Am I fuck, I just have that song (by pist.on, more people should like them) stuck in my head. Nurofen + whatever else I threw down my throat tonight = not good for me. I do feel quite focussed though, considering.

Look at me, I'm on the journal. As if this is what was needed as proof that Stu is a sad fuck. Hey, I got over it years ago, so like I give a fuck. Anyhow, I don't like falling asleep in this state, and I have fuck all else to do at the moment. Drink me some "sobering"...

Stu

The headache came back, with added funky-vision... you know where you stand up too quick and you kind of go blind in the head rush? Like that, but more painful. Usually happens before a migrane, no good when you have to work on a computer screen you can't see. Painkillers for me... can't be dealing with this just now.

Bah. Off to get my guitar, then it's time to rawk.

Stu

Total amount of work done today = 0.50%

Not in the mood.

Total amount of success in fixing the me/Janette thing = 1.02%

Not in the mood.

Total amount of how annoyed I'm getting at these headaches = 90%

They came back with a vengence last night. Kept having to lie down for 30 minutes or so for every 10 minutes of whatever I was doing. Maybe a trip to the friendly neighbourhood optimetrist is in order. Or maybe I really...

Stu

Bought my new Docs. Sweet... I'm proud to have spent my pay on something I actually need, instead of the usual junk.

The only thing I'll consistantly wear on my feet is my Docs, these days of the shoe variety. Wore big fuck-off boots back in the day when I was an impressionable young teenager, just reduced the number of holes I have in them as time goes on. Hard to get to work on time when your spending an hour lacing your boots up... anyway, ever since then I won't wear anything...

Stu