Strange place...

I think it's time I got a place of my own.

Nothing against the hotel that I'm staying in. It's a bit dark, of course, and odd smells persist in getting attached to my clothes... The mattress is hard, but I'm used to sleeping on the ground. I wish my neighbours didn't make so much noise though - they're always growling or howling or stuff. Makes life out in the open seem awfully peaceful.

The people are friendly. Well, the porter is. When I said I wanted to move out, he insisted on taking me to the local pub for a drink.

The local pub is actually the hotel bar, and I'm not sure if anyone has been in it since it was a dungeon (hasn't changed much but I suppose it must be the style in the city). Anyway, the porter insisted on plying me with inferior brandy (doesn't normally taste like dirty dishwater, does it?) - which was very kind of him.

Unfortunately I woke with a thumping headache this morning, and I've no memory of how I got home (up the 15 flights of stairs from the basement bar). Feel a bit embarrased really - never been drunk before.

I'm really getting into the city life, aren't I?