Smoking

Shane, Sebastian and I went and ate Vietnamese in Victoria Street. Sebastian ordered, I forgot my glasses. We bought red wine at the bottlo, "Three bottles should do it."

The food was great – dimsims, quail, warm chicken salad, fried ice cream.

I sneaked cigarettes out on the street. I told them I was going to the toilet. Shane smelt in on the third return.

All of the non-smokers had a smoke on the walk back to the car.

Mark got on my case on Monday, I turned and stomped off crying like a girl and the only thing I wanted as I drove down the highway was a cigarette, so I did.

I know, weak as piss.

Shane's new boyfriend, Simon, I don't think it's official, is bringing pot around and I've been smoking a bit with he and Shane.