Tired

It's 9.15 and I'm usually pretty near to going to bed, but it's Wednesday and I'm in Browns and it's the midweek late night out.
I'm tired but I can't complain too much because I'm drinking beer. It's nice beer, it's called Peroni. I think it's made by special European cats that are stripy.
I think they are clever cats for learning to make beer. I made beer once, it made me drunk. That means I'm good at making beer I suppose.
I'm off. Drink to drink.