The night after the night before

So… erm… yeah, I’m not sure what that drunken post about Star Trek was all about. I wasn’t even watching star Trek last night, which is weird. I have no recollection at all about either typing said post or the thought process that went into it. Very strange. I wasn’t that out of it either, managing to make that mushroom stroganoff whilst swaying back and forth. Plus I was on the stout, having made a commitment to keep away from that damaging supermarket whisky. Oh well, it made for an amusing morning anyway, before being deleted.

This blog that nobody reads is about quality, dammit!

I’ve sobered up somewhat now, even though I had more booze delivered this morning. The plan was to get wrecked today too, but after a few cans and some lunch, I fell asleep for hours and hours. Sigh. Now I’ll have to start all over again, with a heavily reduced stock.

Alcoholism takes some planning, you know.

It’s still really cold, although I’m sure I’ll be moaning about the heat soon enough. The heat brings out all the local scallies, which means noise. A bit of sun and they congregate like rats at high tide in the sewer.

My old school friend has predictably gone quiet. It is the weekend, after all. It’s fine. Hos before bros. I get it.

Oh that wasn’t a joke at the end of yesterday’s “proper” post. I was sat on hold with the bank for over an hour when they shut up shop. At least I’ve found a card that works. What a palaver! I ordered some DVDs, just to see if money was flowing. I’ve decided to have an 80s Goldie Hawn marathon, of all things. So, basically, Sergeant Benjamin, Overboard, and Bird on a Wire are on the way. I did want the third one to be Wildcats, but there’s no UK release of it. I already have Sugarland Express and Death Becomes Her, but I wanted some new stuff.

 

Well, I just had a pot of coffee, so I’m not sure when today’s bedtime will be. I may still drink, or just take advantage of having sobered up. Decision, decisions.I mean, it’s not like being sober has been working for me recently.

Remember that fortnight of positivity? Oh well…

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!