For some reason I've taken to drinking about half a bottle (70cl) of 'Glenfiddich Special Reserve Single Malt - 12 Years' tonight. I have no idea why. It is however good shit. Glad I got it. Part payment for porn removal from a 'client's' computer, so therefore cost me nowt :-)
Wish I knew the reason. Suppose there doesn't have to be any really.
I've just decided that I want to be loud with someone and I can't, so the only thing to do is to keep drinking... odd logic that! So far tonight I've accidently managed to make myself cry. After looking through some old photos that I scanned ages ago for a photo of me and a big teddy/dog I came across a load of photos of me and grandma and grandad from when I was a kid, when I was happy and didn't have a stress in the world! Oh, to be back there! That's not to say that I'm particularly unhappy mind. 'cause I'm not. I'm full of stress but hey.
Then I started listening to Alanis Morissette... again no real reason, other than it reminding me of the later years of my school life. No idea why that should make me feel safe or whatever! 'cause it was hardly great! Wasn't that bad either I suppose. It's quite cool how music can make you feel certain ways. Not because of the actual music, but because of the association with what was going on with the music at some point where you heard it.
Anyways, time to do something else.