Today was an eventful day. This evening, my flatmate
came home drunk, apparently after having thrown a beer bottle
(a full one, mind you) at his girlfriend. Anyway, after smashing the place up and nearly breaking my refridgerator, I asked him "What the fuck is wrong with you?"... bad idea!! Soon after I was being verbally attacked
by a drunk man wielding a butter-knife, who apparently was going to "fucking stab
someone". He left shortly after and has not come back. I'll be interested to hear what he has to say on return (I just hope he's sober).
I'm just glad I'm moving out in the next 20 days or so. It's funny how your best friends can turn on you in that kind of way due to alcohol.