...but i've forgotten them.
all of them.

the finer points:

. i spent $94.25 dollars in two nights. all upon food and liquor and covers. all in the name of bestfriend visiting. all in the name of makeshift-holiday.

. i may have a few gigs lined up. i may have a new manager. all due to the guy that moved into the bartender's old flat [which is directly above mine.] [[which has a secret one-use stairway connected the back of my room to the upstairs flat's only hallway.]]

. i drank irish carbombs tonight. apparently the scandinavian half of me wins out whenst partaking of such. ...seeing as i gulp-sipped.

. i have a crush. and after checking my myspace messages... i might have two crushes. [[a "holy delay in response, batman!" myspace message, which i'll read tomorrow, cos this computer will probably explode if i try to open it now. [ancient iMac at mum's house] + a friend of a friend of whom i've run into again. during super-mini-holiday-bingedrink-at-gaybars-with-bestfriend-weekend extraveganza.]]

. for now... i'm suffering from non-dillusional self-esteem. [so rare are its occurances.]