Drunk and drug-fucked

So, it's 5.43am on Sunday.

Since waking up at 10.30am Saturday I have:

• Decided not to see an 11am film at MIFF because I was tired and hungover;
• Given away two free tickets to the Melbourne Art Fair;
• Read The Pundit, The Age and the latest issue of Australian Book Review;
  
• Seen a doco about GLBTI teens, Follow My Voice, that literally moved me to tears;
• Given half my sushi lunch pack away to a homeless guy in his late teens/early 20's when he said he was hungry, and then wondered if I was being either patronising or fucking up his chance to score;
• Chatted to an old crush on MSN Messenger and realised that although I still feel tender towards him, I no longer desire him;
  
• Had a drunken 26 year old Italian-Australian guy come out to me at A Bar Called Barry as being bi on the eve of his wedding, and tell me that his family, friends and certainly his fiancee don't know that he likes men as well as women;
• Debated the value of the new Australian film Em 4 Jay with an old housemate turned successful film-maker, a muso friend, and their respetive lovers;
• Talked about Copenhagen with a beautiful expat;
  
• Snorted both coke and speed;*
• Claimed that I am a card-carrying critic, and then proved it;
  
• Drunk cider, red wine, red bull, a chocolate milkshake and Coca Cola;
• Masturbated three times;**
• Worked on a new short story and then abandoned it as being a stupid idea;
  
• Seen photos my mate Mike took of himself post-bashing;
• Procrastinated;
  
• Eaten Barbeque shapes;
• Watched Dr Who and taken great delight in it;
  
• Yawned.
• Blogged. It's the new religion, don't you know?
• Updated this list at 1.38pm Sunday.
  

*Note to self: hang out with film-makers more often.

**Actually now I think about it, I'm pretty sure it was only twice, but this is still probably too much information for some of my readers. Hi mum!