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Cancel Life Affirming Decision #4 because I can't pay for the damn thing.

My life is condemned to be one long poorly-paid prawn cracker-eating mope.

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Friday night:

Filled stomach with enormous bowl of multi-grain-rice-crispies-kiddie cereal before heading to flat upstairs for small pre-night out party. Large amount of chicken dippers consumed, and one bottle of rosé. Didn't feel drunk. 

Six hours later, crawling up the stairs with cheesy chips in one hand, mobile phone in the other, singing Common People into someone's answerphone, sprawling on the hall floor shouting at people about being concerned for their welfare, with a further 10 vodkas in me - definitely felt drunk.

Saturday:

Got up at 2pm. Dined on pineapple juice, a yoghurt, and 4 squares of Galaxy.
Watched TV all day, eating a variety of flavours of crisps. Admired the ice-skating whilst creating a small nest out of the sofa cushions.
9pm: Ate chinese. Marvelled at the vast quantity of prawn crackers so generously provided.
Watched a terrible, terrible film, also known as Minority Report.
Go to bed, pleased with the achievements of the day.

Sunday:

Got up at 10am. Watched the Hollyoaks omnibus until 12.05pm. Showered.
Tidied room by putting everything found on the floor onto the bed. Noticed the pile was 90% dirty clothes. Crammed washing machine to capacity with a variety of coloured items.
2pm: Feasted on an entire bag of prawn crackers, 4 minature meringues, a smattering of crisps, and honey. (Honey is best eaten by smearing small amounts all over your tongue and making an MMM! noise. It is also advised that your flatmate does exactly the same with her honey.)
Watched Dylan Moran stand up DVDs. Read for 10 minutes.
Went to the shop across the road, thus leaving the flat for the first time since having crawled in the door on Friday night. Purchased a large Twix, and B&J's Chocolate Therapy ice cream.
Watched Crufts for 2 hours. Cried at the Friends for Life award. Ate leftover Malaysian fried rice, and ate ice cream.
Watched Fallen Angel. Concluded it was rubbish, but second and third parts must be watched.
Went to bed with some really bad farts.