#18. Hot Hot Hot!

ARghH. It's hot. Well probably not, but by Irish standards, it's scorchin'. I'd forgotten that I can't take the heat. Walking home, I pick the side of the street that's in the shade. A nice cool pint is what I need. I suppose I should be grateful. If all went to plan, I'd be in honolulu by now. Then I'd have something to complain about.

Got paid today for a month's work. Most of it will go on paying people back. In pints for the most part, although I don't think the bank accepts them as legal tender. Now I don't have an excuse for having fuck all social life. I might get that tattoo I've had my eye on for a while. Also clothes - summer clothes. A slightly paler shade of black should do.

Will head to London for a bit aswell, as soon as the lads get settled in to their new flat. *Waves at the bad man*.