Just a quick one.
My sleep pattern is totally messed-up again, so I've forced myself to stay awake since 4pm yesterday. It's now 4pm today. I'm not sure what "real" is anymore.
The beer is helping.
Anyway, I'm worried some overtly-flertatious text messages last week to my old gaming buddy has officially put a stop to that friendship. Not that there was much left to it anyway. Think that's why I did it.
Well, I hope when I post next I'll be back around to a normal, sane, less tortuous existence with slightly more to say than "help!".
It's all good.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
A record of my ever-changing self. Brace yourselves for ups, downs, lefts and rights. Things may get unpleasantly frank, so you have been warned.
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Drying out
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