it's my wife and it's my life

I stayed out with some party people until the sun came up last night. It is the strangest thing when the nightclubs begin to close in the early hours of the morning; they really should be open all hours to accommodate scoundrels like us, who freeze in the brisk morning air in flimsy clothing designed for hot sweaty nightclubs, close contact and frenzied dancing. We caught the bus home in the morning, delicate stomachs and all, alongside all the weekend workers heading in for the morning shift.

I need some sleep. I'm alone in my bedroom, again (sometimes a sharehouse can be a surprisingly lonely affair when you don't feel you fit in all that well). Listening to The Velvet Underground's "Heroin."

Another photograph of me! Aren't you all just so lucky. I need a haircut.