I'm having a rare sleepless night, and have been lying awake listening to the birds tweeting outside since 4am. Don't know why they're up so early, it's going to be dark for a while yet.
It suddenly struck me that alcohol is my enemy. I'd never seen it that way before. And I'd certainly never seen it as a friend either, although I know some people do. It was always just an inanimate drug that suited my purposes. But it suddenly feels personal, like I'm in a fight. And it's a fight I WILL win, because I'm under no illusions about what will happen if I lose. So, alcohol-deflector suit on, zipped up tight!
Anyhoo, sleepless ramblings over. I'm not working today and can't be bothered to go to the gym, so I'm going to wander round a few art galleries. Git me a bit of cultcha.
Have a happy, sober day all to come. (Going back to bed for an hour with a cup of tea...)
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