My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been four months, 21 days and 15 hours since my last drink.
One of the objectives behind this ridiculous project was to feel more energised, less stressed, and with more free time.
So it is with some dismay that I awoke on my 31st birthday today feeling extremely knackered, slightly stressed and with a nagging feeling that I have loads to do over the next few days and no time to do it in.
Bah.
Yes, I know most people wake up on their birthdays feeling old, tired and stressed. But that's what alcohol was invented for.
I'd love to go out for a few birthday beers tonight, particularly as the sun is cracking the flags outside and my mate Matt is over from Dubai for a few days.
Sometimes, this no-booze lark is just a pain in the arse for no apparent gain.
Happy chuffin' birthday to me.
How does Six Months In The Life Of A Social Alcoholic sound as a blog title?
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3 comments:
Nope, six months doesn't cut it. Any wuss can do that...
Happy Birthday for last week or whenever it was.
No update in a whole week? I smell a wagon-faller...
Sorry Matt. No wagon-falling just yet. But you're quite right - one blog entry per week is v poor. Must do better.
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