H(eavy)M(etal)T

It was HMT's birthday on wednesday i think. IND and myself met GS and the NZA in the Gosta on the way to his house for a birthday party. The Gosta's quite odd. Very wood.
(This is going to be like a proper diary entry.)
I made HMT a birthday card with his face photoshopped onto the usual picture of Che Guevara; everyone signed it on the way.
I really like the group of people i've entrenched myself into. Very very very much.
The party was good. H and a friend came later on. HMT went a bit manic clearing up towards the end. IND was sick a couple of times, but hadn't been feeling well all day.

Left about three maybe. GS had left with H et al a bit earlier, and IND, NZA and me went back to IND's, cos his moody housemate was away, and carried on. I went to sleep on IND's bed (after having to make it first) at some point, and was woken at half two by IND going to bed. Was well sunny through the curtains. I tiptoed past a sleeping NZA to go home, turned away a charity collector on the doorstep and rang my mum to wish her a happy mother's day.

Met GS, H and friend later on for some food in a pub. We all were drinking *cola* or lemonade except GS, who's hard as nails.

Went round to see IND after the Simpsons, he'd just gotten up. Helped him find his phone and clear up, then reminisced.