NYE 98 Entry 330
Cultural event
98
31/12
31/12
31st December, Y98
Friday
I admit it. I am very drunk. Tonight was the annual ball here at Sandringham. Evyon kept trip---wji---wanting to talk about Gran. I'm so fucking sad. I don't want to talk about her. So Milon and René and I stayed near the bar. I standed---stayed with the gin. Annie stayed with the champagne. Milton--oh bloody hell, Milton and the whiskey. René drank many things.
The are meant to be my blest freds but when I asked them to make me feel better they both said no.
Some fucking bastard friends. I just want to be fucking ruined.
