|Current mood:|| contemplative|
I have a horrible feeling 2004 won't be my year. Two minutes in, as an omen, I got hit by a firework. It went downhill from there. Me and Ellen had what is probably our worst argument ever in the early hours of the morning. I can't even remember what it was about. Now that we've both sobered up, I hope everything can be patched up.
I had a sudden realisation as I was falling asleep this morning about why I am like I am. Unfortunately due to the vast amount of alcohol and the fact I was dead tired, I can't remember it.