O my god ,I am never ever ever going to drink again. Went out last night, got so drunk I took over the pubs dance floor with a rendition of "flying down to Rio" dance routine, accompanied by Marillin soundtrack. I apparently acquired an admirer, but my attention for such things are of course non-feasible at present. I ended the night with me and my mate. Mr.Q climbing up a tree in the middle of the round about down the road....Then went home to be very very sick. Then went to work today, I still feel like complete shite. And I hate,hate,hate alchol!