"It's too close to home and its too near the bone, more than you'll ever know."

I've woken up feeling all snotty and headache-y.

Last night was a weird one. Yesterday in general was a bit shit if truth be known. No money, no alcohol, no doobies - nothing. I met up with some of my friends from back home. I'm from Amersham in S.Buckinghamshire *yawn* - a small town about 30 miles outside of London - and well, I'll just say that at 18 I was ready to get the fuck out of there and so I left as quick as I could. Many people stay there - in fact the group of 'lads' that I knocked about with from the age of 16 - 18 are pretty much all still festering in there; going out with girls that their mates have been out with, drinking in the same pub for years on end, playing football on a Sunday, believing that a 'proper night out' is going to the Zoo Bar in Leicester Square etc etc. I saw the limitations in living a life like that so I opted to go to Manchester University and free myself from the stale, boring, closed-mindedness of the big 'A'.
Only 4 other people who I consider to be friends have managed to do the same - 3 of them I met up with last night. Matt and Nicola are to be married in May (awww) and Phil is about to embark on a fascinating sales job involving selling equipment/instruments to brain surgeons! hmm
I like him the best as he shares my views on travellers/backpackers. One rant for another day...

Anway - it was lovely to see them I guess but me and Evan aren't drinking at the moment - we haven't got any money and we were miserable gits quite frankly so that kinda spoiled things a bit - but hey, they're mates - they should understand right?

Money still hasn't come.

Evan is sat on the doorstep waiting for the postman.

Another frustrating day looms on the horizon...