Fucking birthday. Again. Silly blue pony and mean pony-on-a-stick confirm it. I'll probably have a drink at MEAT on Thursday. Failing that, I'll definitely have several at neuro6 on the 8th. Two words-back room. And no, i won't elaborate on that. And fwiw, there are several of you who are not allowed to worry about money on the 8th. You know better than that by now. Tsk! Anyhow. There. You've been warned, and I've got way too many places to sleep at my house for any crap, at least on the 8th.
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