i somehow managed to go out last night despite having no money due to a lucky combination of scary sober dave and happy drunk glenn+marie. jesus, i don't know how dave does it. i'd have trouble staying more than five minutes in a pub without booze, let alone a fucking nightclub. i'd probably end up beating my head against a wall just to try and simulate some of the effects of drunkeness.

drinking problem? bah, i can't afford to have a fucking drinking problem. my only drinking problem is that i can't get drunk every night.

some random dude shook my hand on the dancefloor mid-nyc cops last night and complemented me on my dancing skills, saying i was dead cool. how come it's only ever guys who do that? maybe i should start batting for the other side.