Drunk again

Tonight was the last time I go out before my dissertation and project are finished.

I didn't even really mean to drink much! I'd gone to a J.D. Wetherspoons establishment for lunch after the Chamber choir concert (which thankfully went a lot better than the night previous), which included a pint of the black (I asked for that at the union on Paddy's and they didn't understand me). I've eaten quite a bit, so I thought it's be ok. Turns out it hit me a little harder than usual, but it was probably the stress.

So anyway, fast forward. I stuck with my excellent friend Kamei-san (Kamei-senpai, Sensei &c) after choir tonight and rode to the Schoolhouse on Earlham. We stayed for a small tincture, and then travelled to town, complete with the manager (or indeed the owner [perhaps both]) of Knowhere. I went to the Playhouse Bar for my usual pint of Kostritzer, because that's how I roll. It's great stuff. Anyway.

Before this had happened, I had rang my Lead for my Barbershop to find out his location, seeing as it was his birthday! Although like a damn fool I missed it. He was going home as I rang him. Tush and Tcham!

My next move after the Playhouse was to go home. I thought that one was more than enough, and it was time to go home. What happens? I pole up to the bus stop and before I get there it sails past me. Right. I decide to plunge back to a drink, as this is the only logical course of action...right? Yeah, right.

Somehow, I manage to get into the NUCA SU bar. For the unfamiliar, that means the Norwich University College of Arts Student Union bar. It's a really nice place! Very affordable, much more so than the UEA SU, a great building and a pretty good atmosphere. I stayed for two bottles of Asahi, the premium Japanese black beer. Delicious. I got a taxi home because guess what? I left my buss pass on my desk! What an idiot! I was cursing under my breath the whole taxi journey home. Thankfully, I found it straight away. Oy! What a fool.

Spamming wasn't too bad tonight. A fair bit of banter, and the Demon reared his head to deal with the Director. I may not be in the best of voice at the moment, but the unholy half of my person is fighting back. You have the right to kill me, but you do not have the right to judge me. And I ain't going down without a fight. I wear my toothed bracelet every day now, and it reminds me to bite back.

In lady news, that girl at choir is just as nice as ever, with her felicitous dress and delightful perfume...but I can't get her out of my mind. I'm coming up against all sorts of difficulties (there's someone else interested and my continual lack of spine) but even the firey spirit of chaos within will not move on. Obviously she is not a regret. Tomorrow, it could be her. The ultimate problem is that I do not know how to be successful anymore, having gone through somewhat of a dry spell and a regression as far as my social skills are concerned. Oh well. It'll work out. I have asked for some preternatural help with her, I don't think that's outside of my remit. It's time I had a chance, in all honesty.

And the kicker ending? I'm going home. 11th-15th April. After the dissertation. Fuck it all, I will need to go back and let the tension break. I deserve it, and I owe it to myself. Hence the £7 ticket. OH YEAH. The Captain's coming home.