Oooh you're a naughty mess

i used to drink to drown my sorrow but it learnt to swim. freida kalo

thanks for that, freida/ i've gone one stage further, tying its hands and feet with chemical and naturally occurring ropes and it hasn't (yet) found a way out of those/ up early/ listening to sunshine of your love, cream/ finished venus which wasn't too bad, quite enjoyable in fact, though i take issue with the lack of brevity, something inexcusable when one considers the clarity with which plato wrote/ feeling good/ calm day yester/ out for lunch with the woman and my parents thence to procure my methadone script before home for an obscenely healthy supper and lubricated by only one and a half bottles of wine/ this was mainly due to the sickening amount i drank on tuesday/ having bought a bottle far too early to help me appreciate monet and the park by the after was avoiding the alba and drinking k and white star in the park, feelings surpassing divine/ then my brother appeared so i acquired 70cls scotch which i drank in mugfuls as we listened to dub and...my memory is non-existent after this, though i managed to acquire 6 packs of smoked salmon, several bottles of shiraz and woke naked on the sofa at 340am, bottle in hand, phone in the other/ my gf informed me that having stripped off i'd spent 2 hours on the phone to a friend of mine talking shit before passing out/ she was unable to move me, hence my location/ fortunately i was drunk up until about 1730 allowing me to pass wednesday in little discomfort and then begin drinking at an hour i felt acceptable and thus affect some measure of balance, penance if you will for the previous day/ not that i believe in 'moral' guilt: i just occasionally feel terribly sorry for my organs/ off to cafe soon for coffee and then a productive day being a good boy...