I'm too tired to write out an ultra long entry and I just got my old Xbox working, and Id rather play Halo anyway, so let's be brief.
I very nearly fucked my relationship into two like a complete moron, but I have (managed) to just about rescue it from the brink. I just walked twenty five miles after spending the last two nights trying to get back from the middle of nowhere. That's a long story right there. I decided in my infinite fucking wisdom that it would be a great idea to tattoo Chakotay's tattoo onto my forehead.
Suffice to say, I bottled it halfway through and now have a weird curvy sharp thing on my forehead. It doesn't actually look that bad, but this is probably the point where I asked myself an important question - "Is alcohol really for me?".
The answer is "not really", so I'm going to rest now and see what life is like sober for a while. Right, I'm done here. Have a nice evening/morning/what the fuck ever.
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