Well, after 3 days of drinking and getting all emotional, I think I’m finally bored and ready to go back to sobriety. I’ve gotten plenty of sleep, albeit with some weird-ass dreams, but that’s okay. I might try going on the exercise bike soon, although I am feeling somewhat shaky.
I’ve just put on Fanny and Alexander to continue watching. I shall be treating it like a soap opera, to check in with once a day. It is pretty darned long, after all.
An angry-looking letter came for that previous tenant today, so I’ve written on it that they’ve not been here for at least 13 years. Shall I just stick it out the letterbox for the postman to take, or actually walk it round to the post box? I’ll try the former and see what happens. It really isn’t my job in life to make so much effort for an idiot who can’t change his address. Unless he’s in prison. Or dead. Either way, it’s not my job.
Urgh, hopefully the exercise bike will help wash away the alcohol-related negativity I’m feeling right now. There’s a sense of dread pounding away at me, which isn’t much fun. I guess I only have myself to blame. What’s wrong with me?! Sigh.
I’m not feeling very hungry, so I reckon toast is on the menu for the next 24 hours.
Good ol’ toast therapy!
Right, I best go figure out what to do next. I fancy an extreme wank with toys, which may bring me round a bit. I’ll do that between the bike and bath. Planning for these things is essential.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles!
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