Went for a walk and did heaps of cleaning this morning.
But still thinking about getting pissed the whole time
Focused. Obsessed. Or just addicted?
Not Many Days to Go
Yeah drunk again.
Went for a walk and did heaps of cleaning this morning.
But still thinking about getting pissed the whole time
Focused. Obsessed. Or just addicted?
Went for a walk and did heaps of cleaning this morning.
But still thinking about getting pissed the whole time
Focused. Obsessed. Or just addicted?
Drunk as a Fvckn Skunk
Yeah well had like a good five days of quiet time available after a weekend away with the family and have blown it drinking sparkling semillon each afternoon (sometimes just warm from the bottle). Then throw in a lovely bottle of hunter Valley Shiraz, at a booming 15% alc/vol and you have me snoring pretty soon - or waking desert-dry by 3aM and fumbling for a book to read while the hangover comes in.
Life is a shit grind at the moment.
I crave the sober stability of not craving the booze, and then gizzling so quickly my bowels collapse.
Happy holidays---
Life is a shit grind at the moment.
I crave the sober stability of not craving the booze, and then gizzling so quickly my bowels collapse.
Happy holidays---
Campfire Confessions
Spent a weekend away from the home with some friends. Was the perfect setting for drinking around the campfire. Made myself into a nuisance drinking everything in site then stumbled across a full bottle of vodka and, yeah, the rest is history.
Always delightful waking up the next morning and trying to judge by the looks of others what actually happened between drink 30 and the time I actually passed out somewhere. By all accounts I was compliant and went to bed when I was told to, without falling into the fire.
Shared some meaningful moments during the day with the kids and friends, walking through eucalypt plantations and exploring the rockpools at Seal Rocks. Water was cool but startingly refreshing and cleared the head. Always love walking through a rainforest trail being told by my wife how much of a dick I was the night before. Even though my cheeks were burning with shame, I knew I would do it again the next night, and sure enough, I did, although on a smaller scale.
At some point during my nightly lectures I let slip that I actually have this blog and that I am writing on it about my struggle to move towards sobriety. The first time I have had crossover from the blogosphere to the real world. So if you are reading this, from the wekend welcome...
More on that next time.
Always delightful waking up the next morning and trying to judge by the looks of others what actually happened between drink 30 and the time I actually passed out somewhere. By all accounts I was compliant and went to bed when I was told to, without falling into the fire.
Shared some meaningful moments during the day with the kids and friends, walking through eucalypt plantations and exploring the rockpools at Seal Rocks. Water was cool but startingly refreshing and cleared the head. Always love walking through a rainforest trail being told by my wife how much of a dick I was the night before. Even though my cheeks were burning with shame, I knew I would do it again the next night, and sure enough, I did, although on a smaller scale.
At some point during my nightly lectures I let slip that I actually have this blog and that I am writing on it about my struggle to move towards sobriety. The first time I have had crossover from the blogosphere to the real world. So if you are reading this, from the wekend welcome...
More on that next time.
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