feeling ok/ blew my brief period of abstinence sky high yester./ knew on the way to the the pharm. i'd buy a can when i alighted, and i did/ as per this began a constant can sequence plus all the extras that invariably go with as so woke at 4.30am the world falling from beneath me/ thus drank several large jugs of water and felt better/ currently listening children's story, slick rick/

feel great/ barely any booze yester: 1/3 btl red (750mls, 13%); 1 pint sta. (568mls, 5%); 1 can stella (500mls, 5.2%)/ cooked a phenomenal supper of grilled tiger prawns with plenty of fresh lemon, neopolitan sauce and perfectly al dente egg tagliatelle/ 'twas very heaven/ currently imbibing the yoo-zyu-al and listening death letter blues, son house/ off soon to the pharm. then must work/ have resolved to write everyday, once first i have woken, a 1 page (msopht word) tale based on events which occurred the previous day/ thus far i've three tales and it goes well/ will scribe plus l8r...

feeling pretty good/ minimal booze intake yester mo' packet: 2 cans k (500mls, 8.4%); 1/2 btl red (750mls, 14%)/ bed 2100/ rose early in the beautiful dawn to coffee and 808 state and wrote off a page of prose/ currently typing, listening the corn, children of the corn, sipping rouge/ shall report encore l8or...

feel ok/ slept part of the night on the sofa because i've developed a scots snore/ up around 0800 and now drinking coffee, listening to lumpygravy, zappa/ leprosy ravaged retard for a driver of the chariot this dawn/ shit fuck k cider which does the job so well at the time but does evil the following day/ been up to precious min. d-late/ missing deadlines, drinking far too much again, can't eat much leaving my larousse and liz dave ckbkz, my creuset pans and swiss blades redundant/ oh well.../ crawling through stendhal and have developed a fetish for beeth.'s 6th which i listen to min. deux-day/ a day, a bundle of moments/ might be getting a cat/ my last, furpuss, was a heartless bastard, but then cats don't have a capacity for empathy so it's unfair to judge thus/ and he did sit with me all day for two years whilst to the sofa i was predominantly bound/ meanwhile everyone else was like 'how can you put that shit into your body' &c. from a safe distance/ so yeah, furpuss...

why fear the coming of dawn?/ most oft because of dehydration/ feeling good/ out yester till collapse at 1600, sleeping till 0450 this morn/ thus booze intake kept to minimum, which was 3 cans k (500mls, 8.4%)/ rose at 0500 and 've been watching interviews with keef/ listening sound control, randall and andy c/ drinking guat., pressed/ now listening to some vieulle skool toasting by the inimitable buru banton/ all goes well, generally/ off to pharm in a cpl hrs/ now listening not'ing but a hound dog, big mama thornton and buddy guy/ have been juggluing texts d'late: the art and thought of heraclitus, charles kahn; the charterhouse of parma, stendhal; diary, peyps/ plus lots of rock appreciation via wikipedia, lately zappa and don van, nee boeuf-'art/

feeling legally hungover/ 'd party here yester with much drink, rich victuals and merriment/ after sat up with bra drinking and watching andy kaufman/ we were wounded with laughter/ listening, joes garage, frank zappa/ drinking guat., espress style/ not planning on doing today/ head tenderised considerably tho' an early drink'll settle the balance/ siknin/ oh well...