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I'm not so old, I'm telling myself, that I can't stay out drinking until 2am and then get up for work at 6.

I figure if I keep telling myself this, it'll keep being true. The moment I admit to myself that I can't do it, is the moment when I can't do it[1].

So far, though, so good.

Feeling fine this morning -- although I could sleep for England right now -- which is a surprise. Went out for a work colleague's[2] leaving do with New Girl, White Van John, and a few others, and what started as a couple of drinks and an early night turned into a lot of drinks and a trip to the Walkabout. The Walkabout wasn't bad; they had a god-awful band on when we got there, but as soon as they cleared off we were able to get up and dance to the usual cheese.

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[1] My resolution to go easy on the beer this year [entry] isn't going so well. I'm managing to drink less when I'm in a bad mood, so I haven't become the Fury since last year, but if I'm in a good mood then it's business as usual.
[2] This will be the work colleague that was in my tutor group at Uni, whom I didn't recognise when she came to work for Halcrow. I'm still feeling guilty about that.