This morning

I woke up thinking about yesterday evening. You see I went for a drink with my best friend, whose birthday is today. That made a lovely change, although the artist whose exhibition I was meant to play for came strolling in. Never mind. I've had a great deal more to worry about than that.

I felt very slow this morning, so after the fags and coffee I treated myself to a simple fried breakfast. Then it was off to the library.