Morning after and REG smells of rum. The backpages of him are soaked with the stuff, serves me right for reading at 3am. Matt spilt most of it on the floor anyway, which I have to scrub up today with something subtle, like sugar water, so as to not damage the floorboards. More worrying about Matt, whom I'd never seen so disagreeable, so utterly bent on getting sloshed. After he'd given up on the mixing, he just started taking large sips straight from the bottle, grimacing and then complaining that no-one else was having any. We went outside for air, mostly because I was afraid he'd puke up on my carpet, where he tried to tell me how nobody took him seriously, how we egged him on by laughing at his bad jokes. He tried, but I couldn't stop laughing at his jokes. Worried about Matt because he does this alot now, according to Lisa.
January 1st, 2000. Let's never do that again.