its crazy, Friday night I could have gone out with my mates, Saturday I could have had a pleasent tipple on my own, but no, I decide to get fucking mullered the day before I go back to work.

It makes no sense at all, ah well, what am I to do in a situation like this other than embrace it, who am I to deny my own fucked up calling.

I do the same thing during the week as well, every now and again I just lose the plot and get mullered on a Thursday night as well, there aint no rhyme or reason I just feel the need to fuck up my Friday by getting pleasently hammered at home.

I think a large part of it could be the fact that I dont like people