Homemade happenings

So I managed to stay away from the whisky yesterday, which is a mild improvement. Sticking to wine and beer is less, erm, crippling. I’m getting into buying in stouts at the moment, which are a nice alternative to horrid cheap lager. I used to drink stout a lot when I used to go out to the pub, but now, obviously, I don’t. It’s usually quite expensive from shops, but I’ve found a good middle ground.

I woke up for the shopping early this morning, then went back to bed until 3 pm. Then I had a few hair of the dogs, some food, then went back to bed for about 4 hours. I’m now up and on the coffee and making some homemade chips. See? Usually I’d be suffering for another few days on whisky.

It takes me a while to catch on.

My toilet was backed up yesterday evening, which happens about once a year. I didn’t need to call anybody out, as it seems to sort itself out after about 12 hours, but it was still gross. At one point I drunkenly sat down and accidentally gave my balls a soaking. I was all like “Mmm, that’s nice! Oh wait… eww!”. So I had to wash my scrotum in the sink, which is difficult when you’re swaying from side to side.

The supermarket delivery boy was cute. He sounded quite young. So young in fact, that he didn’t have much to say for himself. Anything, really. I guess I was like that until I was about 30. Now I don’t shut up. Anyway, no flirting took place. I’m sure he’s up to his waist in horny housewives much more attractive than myself.

Ho-hum.

My emotions are still rather dulled, thanks to the booze. I wonder how I’ll feel once I’m fully recovered. I’ve taken a portion of homemade curry out of the freezer, which now seems like a really good idea. I cook loads of fancy recipes when I’m feeling inspired, then eat the frozen leftovers when I’m at a lethargic low point.

I can’t say I’m feeling any more positive than I was feeling when I posted yesterday, although searching through Catherine Tate clips helped cheer me up. I really should buy her full boxset, as I think I only have the first two discs. What a silly thing it was to make her Doctor Who’s assistant. Catherine Tate is nobody’s sidekick. She’s far too charismatic. She definitely pulled focus from David Tenant.

How on Earth did I get onto Doctor Who?! Hmmm…

Well, I’m trying to cheer myself up again with some Family Guy while the chips roast away. I’l probably need to give them a quick turn soon.

My old school friend finally broke his week-and-a-half silence. No explanation, he just sent me a rude picture and asked for my opinion. Bless. Just like when we were kids. Ah the 80s.

Yup, I think that’s about it. I think I’ll make a sandwich to have with my chips. I’m finding stilton works really well with salami. Plus I’ve started using soft cheese instead of margarine, or whatever you’re legally allowed to call the stuff you spread on a sandwich which isn’t butter. Sigh.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!