After gratuitous amounts of alcohol

After gratuitous amounts of alcohol I am feeling all sorts of things that I shouldn't be feeling. All sorts of things that I feel whilst sober. And I write about these things. But not here. In a more private way that people can't read. Well... only people that I let read can read. I shouldn't be feeling these things because... oh there are so many reasons that I shouldn't be thinking this or feeling this. And I can't say, I can't let on what these things are because it would ruin far too many things. Friendships. Everything. Shit for a minute I thought I lost my phone but Selvi rang it and I found it. Thank fuck for friends. I have some really lovely friends here. My friends back home are so amazing too. I say back home but really they're all over the country now... they are everywhere.. Leeds, Bournemouth, Bath, Cambridge, Manchester, Norwich, Wales, Scotland, and other places that I can't recall the names of right now. I've lost track of what I was saying. I digress. In fact I've digressed so far that perhaps what I was saying isn't even relevant now. But I had a lovely evening. Amazing. Maybe not as far as amazing, but, good. Such a boring, overused adjective. Grammar. English. Some wonder how I can spell so well after such a lot of drink, but I'm such a perfectionist over spelling, I couldn't possibly let myself fall to such standards as to spell badly, whatever state I was in. I'm obsessed with it. Things are just so much clearer when you spell correctly. So it takes a bit longer. So the backspace key has a little more wear than the others. I don't mind. I prefer it this way. And I paused to watch the television and I've lost my drift once again. Maybe I should end here. Not such a long post, but hopefully I've conveyed my somewhat pointless message. Maybe there was no message. That is more probable. Oh. I remembered what I was going to say. I'm an English geek. So what?! That is all :) NIGHT!!