Got really gooned on only 22 standoes last night. Seems I've lost my tolerance quite a bit. Misso was really concerned as I was hunched over the kitchen sink spitting out some half chunks of vommit. She's pissed that I was in bed until 1pm giggling to videos on my phone. She stormed out and wnet God knows where. Now I'm home alone having some cans of calrton, front door open as a storm rolls in, metallica playing on the telly. Cheers!