Friday 13th April

I have almost no memory of last night at all. Ladies and gentlemen, the shit has hit the fan.

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The drinking game "pass out" had appeared on the kitchen table. Basically you move round the board taking drinks if you land on certain spaces, or others land on, say, "red take a drink". Also, there are cards which have tongue twisters written on them that you have to say.

I went to Sainsbury’s; I bought Cockburn's Special Reserve Port. When I got back I joined in playing the game (and taking some drags of a communal spliff). About half way through my .75 Litre bottle the game deteriorated for a bit. I was a bit drunk by now. I went to ___y's room and ___ was handing out DBs (disco-biscuits; Ecstasy) I took it almost straight away.

Sometime later we went out.

I'm still not sure exactly what happened last night, it's just completely blank, from leaving here, to waking up the next day. I've been told that I came out, and that we went to a different club, and then on to Sophbeck. I bought some cocktails inside, managed to spill most of them, and then fell asleep on S___z. At some point I just left. No one knows why, not even me. How I got home is quite disturbingly anyone's guess. When the others came back, they had to ring my phone (which was on me), and listen to it go off in my room to know I was safe. I'm lucky to have some very decent friends.

That was last night, today started pretty badly, but at the time I didn't really feel too bad. By about 12 though, I was feeling really really bad. This is, I'm told, the "comedown" from the E. I'd had some food ealier, but it didn't seem to settle and at about 1 I though "sod it" and made myself puke up everything into the toilet.

After this I started to clean. I got all the clothes from the floor, washed them and hung them up. I cleaned up all the rubbish from the floor and the desk and threw it away. I got all the plates and cups, some covered with rotting food, and threw them out.I hovered the floor, and washed the spot where I'd been ill twice just to make sure. I didn't have any cleaning fluid, so I used shower gel instead.

I need to stop drinking, stop smoking weed and certainly stop taking pills that people offer. I've given myself a tough deadline of 1 month of normality. I'm actually looking forward to the challenge. My room is tidy; I'm a new man, almost. I've been dammed by cupid, as well. Since this rumour got around about me fancying a girl from upstairs…

One things for sure, you won't be hearing me complaining about hangovers, excesses and drugs over the next 30 days. I hope this makes you as glad as I am at the prospect.