jesus, how can something be so good and yet so bad

i speak, sir, of the devil known as VODKA

went to a dodgy "alternative" night at the crypt that seems to be some voodoo resurrection of the mutant rock offshoot from indiego. it was called alternation, it was free in, and triple vodkas were 2 FUCKING POUNDS FIFTY. i went in there with twenty quid, and came out with about twenty brain cells. i have vague memories of talking to random people, but none of what i was actually talking about. i may have tried to crack on to a girl i vaguely recognised from the alex like a year ago, except was now pregnant. i think i talked to her. god only fucking knows what i said. or what she said for that matter. for all i know i proposed and she said yes. however it's more likely that next time she sees me she'll call the police. sigh. the old magic's still there

ah well, they played idioteque. so i'll probably go next week