the weekend that was
It like two weeks from that dreadful night at the Belgian Beer Cafe. I didn't have a single drink for 14 days. Training hard for the race in Abu Dhabi. I didn't even have beer at the socials at Barasti the other Friday or drinks at the flat during the last two weekends. Now the race is over and I had my first drink at the race party last Friday night. I had 3 glasses of red wine. Good thing I didn't have beer. Not even a sip. I did went on to have cocktail at 8, after the party closed off at 1130. Yes it was that early.
The only thing I did have - which I was not suppose to have was sex. Yup the other Friday.
Not that all of that is over and over the weekend what really happened. It was fun two days of racing. Not as hard or tiring as before. One song I now liked - HUMAN by the Killers.
Now this post is pointless.
I am totally bored. I never felt so insecure or should I put not so secure/ unstable and i never thought I would feel like this.
I feel so shitty and tired.
Had a chicken gourmet sandwich from McDonald's for dinner. I also had mozarella sticks and an apple pie (which I should have had an orange chocolate pie, I am having one later then).
Yesterday - October 13, I thought was the feast of Fatima. Its actually May 13. Or sometimes I thought of May 13 as the feast day which if ever I would be right. But then again Our Blessed Mother first appeared in fatima on May 13 and six months later till October 13th in the year 1917 in Portugal. May and October being months of Our Lady.
Hope I won't chat on MSN anymore. october 18 or 19 looms... hmmm hohummm.
I am in a rut I wish I could get out of. Usually I am not really into what I am now, I am somewhere else instead of being in the now.