Betty Nicols

where is the sanity in me? well i’m still rather drunk so updating my journal is probably not the best idea. but i can’t think when i’ll get the time to and i’ll probably forget a lot of what i wish to say by then. well, today i had planned to go to perth with my parents but by the time i woke up they were already gone. attempting to get in touch with tom was incredibly difficult as he had decided to take the day off work to run off to glasgow to meet up with a girl he use to know.. as things were already rather bad between us and he had promised to phone me if he took the day off i went mad. when i finally got in touch with him i demanded that he come home. felt a bit like his mother, which is never a good thing.. ever. anyway as tonight was certain death night i went to betty nicols where i drank a little too much through no particular fault of my own, it was buy one get one free and the people i was with insisted on buying me a drink.. each. hope this is making sense. when tom arrived back in kdy, to my relief, he phoned and i walked up a freezing cold road wearing a tiny crochet cardigan, but it was worth it. to my surprise tom came to the windsor with me to see certain death. as per usual it was a fun filled drunken affair of pushing men around and meeting people i haven’t seen for over a year. anyway i had a dramatic yet fun evening. x