Next time we'll say it

Drunk. I caution myself not to say anything to Demise, because I'll mess it up. I almost do though, as it's doing my head in. Next time, drunk or not. Enough is e-fucking-nough.

Apparently she's taking me (and others) on a shopping trip to London in a couple of weeks. A shopping trip? There's only one reason I agreed to this, and I'm beginning to think that it was a stupid one.