Tired, so tired!

Today was hard.

Last night Masaaki, Ken, Naomi-chan and i went out to celebrate Ken making off with the grand prize suitcase full of cash. (Aigri, Moi? Pas possible.) I'd promised myself that i'd take it easy - it's been a tough week and i was already pretty tired. Of course, i staggered home, drunk and disorderly, around midnight... Dame oji-san!

It was all good fun, sitting around, smoking tabs and sniffing glue. Just like the old times. I really need some sleep. The most fun was had when Naoki turned up about 30 minutes before we left and started having Tokyo daigaku conversations with Ken. There is nothing funnier than a pair of Tokyo graduates (one half cut, the other half dead) trying to find misery in everything. And finding it. By the time Masaaki and i had finished mocking them we were close to crying. Hilarious.

If i'm not mistaken, on the way home, i had a drunken train conversation with Naoki about the history of the great game. Oh dear, oh dear.

"Tired of listening to gossip, gossip and complaints!"