Really no more booze. Not even on my birthday. ( Collapse ). Admittedly it's the coughing that's got me awake now though. God knows if I'll be well enough for work tomorrow. I don't want to not be. (Although at the same time I'd love not to have to go in - being grotty doesn't make for good productivity, which scares me in terms of the depression thing, and makes me just want to run away). But I don't want to miss lunch with Acro. Or the pub. Or staying over at Mike's after. If he's not otherwise occupied mind, given his conquest at the Carlton tonight. I didn't realise him or mobbsy were all that much that way inclined.