I go out drinking with lovely friends in Soho. Or rather, I watch them drink. All afternoon. They seem very merry. I pass through "I'd rather have this coffee and fruit juice actually" and quickly reach "Who do I have to fuck for a cocktail?".
I am supposed to go out clubbing in the evening but feel dead tired and can't face a room of happy drunk people. Instead, I spend the evening dismantling Legoland. It's charming having a spare room full of Lego, but it's larger than my room. It just doesn't seem rational that Lego has the master bedroom. It really doesn't seem rational on many levels.
So, I move furniture until I'm ready to drop. Then I watch TV and chainsmoke.