And watch again yesterday’s episode from Battlestar Galactica. Mournful and depressing, why do I like that stuff. Little wonder I hang out with goths... And ex-goths. And “what?-I’m-not-a-goth-f**-you”s....
Maybe I should have gone to Black Plastic or the Slimelight, once upon the time I would have been arriving to the latter at about this time, but maybe not now. At least not today (that, or I’m getting old..oi, shut up, you..).Finish that gin & tonic, have a brief encounter with the toothbrush and a slightly longer one with the pillow. Good night....