Palfrey's life

(Eels, Cancer for the cure - in case you were wondering)

I'm having one of those brief moments of "life sucks". I'm sitting here in my leather chair (which rocks, especially as I got it for £2.50 years ago...), but aside from that there's downsides. I'm sitting, listening to the Eels on the laptop, and hearing some of the neighbours a few doors up having a party. They appear to have reasonable tastes in music, and right now the fact that probably the oldest of them is a good 5 years younger than me isn't stopping me from really wanting to be there. Ok, it's (literally) a oversized shed at the bottom of a west london suburb, with only a music system and it's proximity as plus points, but still... I suspect the almost completed pint in my hand really isn't helping. Given I don't drink that much these days (heck, even at the wedding last weekend I only had two pints, and that's got relatively little to do with the good company), and my tolerances were never that high, even a single pint makes a bit of a dent in my mood state. Staring at the labelling on the glass that says "Good Honest Ales" (random 130-year old brewery called Batemans) appears to be not helping as well. There's echoes in my head to much time spent in pubs. I'd really like to go and have a drink with someone, but everyone's moved out... May well have to go and bother Ben (not baljemmett, but a closer one) tommorrow, if only to stop me going nuts. Can't even discuss the Caroline situation with anyone in my immediate vicinity. Ben yes, but not the parentals (which are the only remaining option). I think he said something (spoke over IM earlier this week) about having a situation which sounds like he wouldn't mind discussing with a fairly impartial observer, so I suspect we're going to be sharing our stories over a few pints tommorrow.

Edit: this was written offline, and is time-lagged by a good 20 minutes or so relative to other entries, despite rapid apparent posting speed.