I've got a night off tonight.

I'm getting asked to go out by a (persistent) friend on the old text.

I'm running out of excuses.

How did I get to the stage that I don't drop everything and just leg it out for a few bevvies?

Why does the idea of sitting in on my own like a right billy, infront of the computer appeal to me more?

Help! My 'going out' gene has switched itself off!:help:

Do you have a lap top you could take it with you on this night out?

That has been done before Jon! Do you drink in same bars as me?:suspect:

Get yourself out and minging drunk, you're letting the side down! ;)

K x

I stayed in... watched a programme about dead Nazis, drank a bottle of wine, over-ate... and am now totally miserable.


*Note to self: Get out more.

That'll teach ya not to listen to Uncle K! ;)

I will listen fully to your advice in future Kristian; compared to my current mood, 'mingin drunk' sounds like a good state to be in.