I wrote a right load of crap there. Too much beer. :\ I was going to delete the entries, but I decided that they're just too funny to get rid of. I'll try and make sense of my words tomorrow, even though it'll be difficult. I didn't know that I liked beer quite that much, and I didn't know that I liked Busted at all! And as for my feelings about Robin (which I doubt are anything like true), I really should not have said what I said. Thank God he doesn't read this. Thank God even more that The Darkness don't read this! :P
Anyway, I'm not completely right yet (lying awake for ages has done something for me but it hasn't done everything - I'm still missing a few keys as I type!), I do feel very sick and I just can't sleep. I need paracetamol, water, cheese and biscuits. A little syrup of Ipecac and a few strong cigarettes wouldn't go amiss either, but we don't have any of that stuff. Probably a good thing that we don't, really.