God.

I'm dying. I really am. I can't feel my legs.
That high on the alcohol front has left at least one casualty with both Dignity, Morality and My Bank Balance currently in a state of ruin.
My head feels like it's full of... something. Worms or... Jelly. It's all squiggly.

Nice work with the Jess situation. I had my doubts about your plan dude (never actually heard that one work before) but you've managed to complete a mission in deepest, darkest girl territory successfully. Tell Commando Cleo she doth rock too.

I'm going to go end it now. The pain is becoming unbearable. I may write more later or, quite possibly, I'll have gouged my eyes out with a blunt 2B pencil and will be dead.