My name's Martyn and I have a drink problem...

Why, oh why do I need/have to drink so much before I leave the house for a night out? I had 8 beers in two and a half hours on Friday, before sleeping for a couple of hours, then once I woke up I had a third of a bottle of JD, straight! Is this normal? Then when I was out I matched the others drink for drink, which was about 4 vodka and lemonades. What is wrong with me? I do however, feel as though I have found the reason for me losing weight, my liver has disappeared! That's what it is, damn liver. Grrrr!

I vomited a little on Saturday morning. Just a little.

Another thing which is fucking up my head is the fact that I'm having very vivid dreams as of late. The other night I dreamt that L and K were smoking heroin, and I, in my wisdom, thought that the best way to get L off the smack would be to beat her over the head repeatedly with a glass ashtray, needles (hah!) to say it worked, I think I may have also killed her. Oh well, I suppose smackheads don't deserve to live. If only I could get near Pete Doherty with a glass ashtray.

Hmmm!