Actually, the fucking was better than the drinking tonight. Three times. Nice guy, too. Not exactly talkative. Do I have to assign him a colour? I mean, he's just a throw-away. Besides, I'm drunk, dirty, smoky-yes, I did have cigarette or three-and tired. So I don't wanna. If I think of an appropriate colour, I'll make sure to write it down. Well, either that or promptly forget it, whichever's easier.
And I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. Today. Whatever. And this time I mean literally, not just my scewed Sapphire view of 'anytime before noon'.
On the plus side, now I have a bunch of extra alcohol.
Laters