Today I finished my last January exam ever! (possible-yet-unlikely postgraduate qualifications notwithstanding)

I celebrated by eating delicious chocolates, availing myself of Yo Sushi’s January sale (seriously, check out their site, it’s half fucking price), and drinking the most delicious absinthe known to man.

Seriously. We were in the Alley Café until like, 9, and I had some absinthe there and it was pretty OK. They have this stuff with a bearded guy on the bottle, I do not know. Incidentally, the manager dude finally poured himself a bullrush today – it’s only taken me ordering one every single visit for a year – I think the ones I ordered thereafter were stronger: the dude clearly has a better understanding of the drink now.

Anyway, the Alley Café’s bearded dude absinthe was pretty OK, but when I got home I poured myself a bullrush using this classy motherfucker absinthe that my sister got me for Christmas. From what I can tell this shit is like, £70 a bottle and let me tell you, worth every penny. Comparing this stuff with absinthe you drink in a bar or find in a supermarket is like night and day – it’s so smooth! No bitterness, no burn on the throat, just liquid unicorn giggles.

And no, I’m still not seeing anything. I have never hallucinated as a result of absinthe and I rather suspect I never will. Teen comedies have lied to us once again, for shame.