Kiwi is a vodka

I find myself stumbling about the room after just half a glass of that delightful 42 Below we picked up on the way back from Phuket. Those college drinking days are clearly a thing of the past.

Lots has been happening lately, yet I can't write about any of it for all the usual reasons that one maintains an anonymous blog, and because I'm a lazy fucker. A potentially disastrous week has, however, turned out pretty damn well. The relationship is A*, I haven't killed my boss, things with Dad are pally, and generally the people who are important to me are pretty happy with me (man - what a libran thing to say).

Big cheers to life and to being happy