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Monday, June 23rd, 2003 @ 03:55 pm
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 Ok, I've shirked my duty for long enough. Too much time at home, not enough time ratting the streets, debauching myself. It's high time I high-tail it out of my comfort zone and jump back on the degenerate train.
I apologize to the friends of mine that I was supposed to meet out on Saturday. I can only imagine what you were thinking. Sitting there, rolling your eyes, complaining about how I sold you out again. Then again, maybe you were having too much fun to even notice my absence. Either way, its no good for me.
However much I do love sitting around my house, surrounded by friends, pouring glass after glass of rotgut down my gaping maw, stumbling around starting impromptu fistfights, it doesn't match the sense of allure that a night on the town surrounded by friends, pouring glass after glass of rotgut down my gaping maw, stumbling around starting impromptu fistfights seems to have. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.
This weekend was particularly dissapointing. Friday night some friends came over and we (or maybe just me and the missus) overdid it a bit, and hated life itself for the entirety of the next day. This day being the above stated Saturday of plans with friends. Oh well.
I plan to make up for it this weekend, if not fully, then to the best of my Irish ability.
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