I’m writing this entry on my iPhone as I have no access to a computer and it’s rather late. I’m in Shrewsbury, I’ve been to a friend’s party, and for one of the very few times in history I actually stopped drinking after I reached the wall. I quit the lager and attacked the… er… lemonade. So now I’m going to bed, sober as hell, knowing that there will be no hangover in the morning.
I feel almost grown up.