The £300 hangover

My experience of alcoholic binging seems to have changed somewhat, now that I’m off the ol’ brain meds. I feel like I do it now just for 48 hrs of mindless fun, rather than to completely self-destruct in the most nihilistic way possible. Is this better or worse? I’m not sure, but it’s happening. Not right this second, but in general. I started drinking on Friday and stopped on Sunday. So two nights of the usual debauchery, instead of an entire week. Not bad.

Hmmm.

Anyway, that old colleague, friend, and guitar guru is still not replying to my emails. Either he’s having some serious personal crisis, pissed at me about something, or a third thing. I don’t know. So, yeah, after most of a party box of Australian Shiraz on Friday, and after watching many Phil X guitar demos, I thought it’d be a neat idea to buy him a guitar. Not a terribly expensive one, relatively speaking, but I thought it might force a response from him, either way. He’s meant to see it as either something to cheer him up, or a peace offering. It’ll be delivered tomorrow sometime, so I’ll let you know what his reaction is. If there is one at all.

My biggest fear is that he’ll just not accept it from the courier and have it returned to sender.

We shall see.

I can’t bear more people phasing me out of their lives. Sigh. Overly emotional alcoholics are a sorely misunderstood breed.

I think.

Give me a break, I’m lonely and in need of love, platonic or romantic. Can you really blame a girl for turning to the warmth of a bottle for companionship?!

Or party box.

I’m just listening to some Guided By Voices, which I haven’t done so in a while. I was pretty obsessed with them for about five years after “Game of Pricks” featured on an episode of The IT Crowd in about 2006. Nobody likes moving on from an interest, as you feel like you’re being dishonest, but I guess you can’t fake it. I’m hoping my love of them is back for a while, as they are just the best. I’ve tired myself out of building those “screen choons” and Hawaiian folk playlists on Spotify, so methinks my brain just needs a change.

Oh I’ve also started toying with adding lyrics to my guitar chord progressions. I think I mentioned that I was hitting a brick wall again with my playing, so maybe a return to singer-songwritering will be a step forward. Not convinced my neighbours will be too happy about it though. Did I tell you I can’t sing? Oh well, many great musical artists of our time can’t sing either, but that doesn’t seem to stop them. Why not me, huh?!

Well, I’ve not got much else to report, other than my usual tawdry financial ruin thanks to my love of wine, women, and theatre.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!