being drunk has this unfailing result of me spreading the love around. PLATONIC love. the flip side is my ensuing peevishness if that all-embracing love is not returned.
So end result of monday's drunkeness was that I hugged six people and said I'd beat the crap out of two.
will miss samit's apartment till I get my own. This is the time to thwank that voice in my head which says i'll leap off marine drive in six months time. I won't and will be bloody happy.