Whoa. Last night I drank SO much. My biggest drinking night yet, I think. I was emotionally sodomised again, though - £14.40 for a round of four drinks. How it ended up that expensive, I have no idea. I have no idea how I remember the price, either, as I was in no fit state to remember anything.

I wasn't even meant to be going out. Basically, I finished work at 6, went to the pub with a few guys from work, and then on to a Chinese restaurant (two girls from work were leaving). I think I drank three Budweisers at the Chinese (which is bad, as I HATE drinking alcohol with a meal. Even wine. It's just...wrong!). We then went onto another bar, where I had two Millers (the drink, dummy - I'm not that way inclined), and then on to Walkabout, where I had...Um...three? Yes, I think it was three vodka and oranges. Now, if you know Glasgow at all, Walkabout is a trendy club up near Sauchiehall Street. Very nice. I have no idea how I got in, as I had no fake ID, and I was underage. Ah well.

That's my first night out on the town. Hopefully there'll be a few more to follow. Who knows, maybe with some Morrissey-solo journalists! If I have any friends left by that time.

I'm currently listening to "American English" by Idlewild, which is quite ironic. It keeps on talking about songs about myself, and "Hold On To Your Friends" seems to be the one for me. My best friend, Chris, is leaving for Dundee in...about an hour, and living there for at least six years. Tough. And on here, everyone's deserting me. Aren't I morbid and depressive? Ah, but that's my charm, sonny. Nobody has any faith in me any more. But I believe in myself. I still believe. That house will be mine. Even if I am going psychotic.

So, I've had...two hours sleep, or thereabouts, and I woke up at 5am. I watched "The Fast And The Furious" on DVD, as I was a bit bored and couldn't get back to sleep (got a bit of a sore head as well, I think it's ok now...). Now I'm gonna get ready and head round to say toodlepip to Chris. And face everyone at work.

The girl I like from work was there last night. Ah, she's SO nice. But one of the guys from work was quite interested in her as well. I left a bit earlier than them, so who knows what might have happened. No doubt I'll have the "good" news broken to me today. Hurrah! Heartbroken again.

Come on, feel sorry for me!