I do apologise my dear diary. Life happened. You get used to it. Probably. Anyway, despite the absense stuff has been happening. The usual really. Getting meself beaten up, drinking meself stupid and generally doing sod all in life. I seem to have ended up back with Alvey again and I'm not entirely sure how this happened. He turned up and may have guilt tripped me into getting with him again. Well, I don't think it was intentional guilt tripping anyway. I didn't really want to but I'd rather I was miserable than him and at least this way I can keep half an eye on him.
What else has happened...oh yes...Carnell got his hand lopped off by a bunch of freaks after beating me to a pulp. Haven't really seen him since so I hope he's alright. I wouldn't cope if he died again and trust me he's died a fair few times in me recent nightmares. Aye! The nightmares got worse and more frequant than ever to the point of me becoming a wee bit of a mental insomniac but aye this happened right up until the point when I got me goat.
The goat is the real news! I bought meself a pet goat! I don't remember actually buying the thing because I was very drunk at the time. Basically the first I knew of the goat was when I woke up with a very bad hangover and with me arms wrapped around it and the best thing was we were up me tree! So, I drank some more because the goat was bunging a keg on its horn so I had a plentiful supply of ale. I ended up spending about a week stuck up the tree with me goat and it were just lovely! About the best week I've had since Carnell were alive again. Just me and the goat and ale and me tree. You can't beat that sort of quality. I've decided to name the goat, Goat and it is going to be the biggest pixie minion of the all...even though its a goat rather than a pixie and other people can see it. At least...I assume other people can see it, I'm not entirely sure given the fact that I haven't shown it to anyone yet. I think I have an imaginary goat...right...
