Gis that checklist, dear...

... so I went out with my mates last night, the first time I saw them since that night. When Anna arrived (I didn't know she'd be there too) it was a bit weird but once Greg went to get more drinks we had a chat and... all good.

Anyway. Me promising I wouldn't drink Stella anymore (because then I'd want shots. and drugs. and men. any. urgs.) Them saying I need a boyfriend who'd look after me when we go out on a bender. Sweet. As long as they (please!) don't post my profile on internet dating sites and shit... I'll be fine.