threepointsix

It is new picture time.
Also, JournalTime!

Last night I got quite quite too drunk at a work thing (free, so it's ok, that actually stops liver damage).
And then went to a turkish rstaurant, on my own.

I was the only person in the whole place, which I hate when I'm sober, and can't say I loved drunk.
I ordered some sort of stuffed pepper thing. Which would've been lovely, were it not covered in tomato sauce.
I cannot abide soaked peppers.
By the time it was cool enough to eat everything was a stogey mess.
Say no to flavourless thin tomato sauces!

I had them wrap it to go after a while, and ordered some baclava, which is tasty stuff, stagered home, threw up abit, and then slept like a baby.
Awoke feeling refreshed and had a delightful breakfast of toasted mackeral.

I shall be spending the rest of the day reading, surfing the internets, and trying to learn my trumpet.
Which isn't a refernce to masterbation, although it's likly I'll do that too.

Forward the brave.