intake de yester: 2 cans stella; 35 cls whiskey; 60mg ignatia; 24omg arnica; usuals/ now drinking tea and digesting an excellent b'fast/

stille nortie/ friday blitzed it with 7 cans k and dbl antis, stayed awake extremely late and ploughed though an eclectic catalogue of music, id est my limewire library/ then to lunch with parents yester and to view new abode/ stayed in watching movies last night/ intake: 1/2 bottle white wine; 2 cans stella; 35cls whiskey; usuals/ not feeling too bad/ a beer whiskey hangover is certainly less punishing than a k hangover/ moreover i've torched the bridge betwixt myself and my w connect/ thus any impulses i might have have nowhere to go/ this can only be a good thing/ smoking at 1030 t'other morning and generally disgusted with the dispositions and lifestyles of my fellow users i questioned seriously the merit of such activity/ endless need is a fucker/

very very very naughty/ intake de yester: 1 can k; 40cls whiskey; 1 bottle table wine; double antis/ christ/ went to a meeting with the abla and kept nodding off/ she had to elbow me continually to keep me conscious/ watched mercury awards last night and then passed out/ apart from chem res, feel okay/

teeth grind and mildly irritated throat such as typically accompanies my sleepless nights (by this i mean less ten hours - i'm catching up on quite a deficit, don't y'know?)/ anyway will secure a good bottle of margeaux later toujours - that'll cheer me up/ listening: abecedarians, smiling monarchs/

up early/ no booze coma so no long sleep/ i'm think i'm better off in the round with plenty sleep and a heavy booze residue...so, intake de yester: 1 bottle table wine; usuals (and since i missed wed., intake de wed: 5 cans strongbow super; 3 rox; usuals)/ am i back to a crackney thing?/ absolutely not/ i have control over this one/ distance plays a role/ in c-ney my guy live 30 seconds away/ here it's a good 15 minute walk and maybe some hassle and after a good meal and a bottle of red i cannot be arsed/ those evenings i have a mind too it's great because compared with some of the missions i've had to go on in the past this one is easy/ so i have the best of both worlds, i suppose...anyhoo, l8rz...

bin guuud bwoy/ yester: 1 bottle chilean shiraz; usuals/ just'd a beautiful b'fast of artisan bread, normandy butter, organic eggs and bacon and freshly squeezed oj, capped with a delightful treble espresso/ now back to bed with my beautiful woman to digest then work off some cals (cheesie!)/ so feel less buried than during heavy drinking/ rather than head to offy for my starter can of fortified cider i slept instead, most of the day in fact/ then rose around eight, got coffee and did weekly shop/ then home, watched beverley hills cop 2 and knocked up a superb supper: organic tolouse sausages, artisan bread (from sains/ this shit is fly), shallots sweated in normandy butter, some shit called 'devil's breath mustard' i got from a poncy deli on holiday, mayo with a side of gerkins and fries/ fucking delish/ rounded this with apple crumble and custard and some anti-depressants/ mynted/

clicked neck felt good/ missed AA ce soir/ always have the best intentions of going and fail roundly every time/