Lost track of what day it was, had to seek confirmation that it's Wednesday. Days off, you see, have been all over the place of late.
Was freed from work yesterday though, and took a trip to Liffey Valley. Bought myself the Goodfellas special edition, a Fourtet compilation album and another CD that I'm not revealing for fear of reprisal.
Some fine purchasing, however.
Looking ahead, Thursday should see my return to shindiggery proper. I've been dipping my toes in over the last week, but it's time for some utter disgracefulness. The excuse? Julie left work six months hence and we're finally getting around to seeing her off.
Venue? The Market Bar. There have been some dissenting voices, as ever, but I've always found it airy and agreeable, if a little wanky.
Then, the weekend off. I'm staying up this time, my manifesto to be left in the lap of the Gods.