Well I have just spent the last hour or so reading back and happily, you are all well after the weekend. I have had a great time at work, spent a lot of time organising stuff for National Homeless Week. Now home on the couch with a low-fat pizza (as if), loyal puppy by my side. Planning my days off with all the excitement and anticipation that comes from having no fear overshadowing it. The fear I am talking about is the fear of catastrophic drinking!! No fear of waking up with a brain destroying hangover and a soul=crippling remorse. No fear of doing something reckless/dangerous and scaring the daylights out of those that suffer this nightmare right alongside of me. No fear of the spiral into the black hole of despair that invariably comes as a consequence of the lapse into drinking...and the subsequent inability to crawl back out of
the demonic cesspool.
Nah, not going there, not doing that, this little black ducks sick of that shenannigans.
Look out life, here I come
Land in flood plain...so no go...BUT went for a walk with Mr Haps, George and little locust and got bread, milk, ice cream for little one and NO WINE. Was gunna and Mr Haps looked at me and said you really dont want to so lets keep walking. Which we did. And will continue to do.
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