...feeling rather fragile after 33 hours of drinking over the last two days. My current state of 'Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas'-esqueness has been compounded by my friends' (sic) discovery of permanent marker pens. Now my house is covered in 'art' and 'musings'. I give you this, for example, on my living-room door :
It is a very good thing that the house is scheduled to be demolished after we've vacated, as otherwise the landlord would be justified in slicing me to bits.
