Wednesday, September 22
The Triumphant ReturnNo, not of me generally, but of the drunken post. I have fallen off of the wagon (more on my acesssion to in a later post) in a fairly spectacular manner. What with it now being nearly 3am and me being sufficiently pissed to write a message here. I knew that having internet in my room was a bad idea.
On the plus side, I have an empty bottle of Becks in front of me, a big one at that (500ml before I get someone complaining that 330ml is normal in England. I know this, that's why 500ml is big!), and the disconcertingly sober feeling that I'm going to be hungover tomorrow, even though I'm relatively sober tonight.
I think I'm at the point of sobriety where you know that you're well on the way to getting / being pissed, but aren't quite there yet. You know, when you wake up the next morning and wish you were still at that point?
The world may be a little blurry, but it still makes sense. Come to think of it, I feel that way every morning, whether I'm hungover or not. Such is (my) life.