Jul 15, 2007 19:49
First time i've ever been carried to bed was last night, a landmark in my history of substance abuse!
There was a reason I stopped drinking vodka, last night reminded me - or more this morning reminded me. So another utterly pointless day, the only difference to last few days is the unwelcome addition of a hangover and more time spent wasted alone. few pluses to living this wanky sheltered life is that i'm not spending any money and i'm catching up on all the miserable soul-destroying television programmes i'd missed out on, not having TV access for.. a long time. Tv is getting worse, yet there is still an allure to just sitting there staring and not thinking. Just worried that if this carries on my mouth will start gaping and I will gob on myself.
I managed to eat a whole tin of tuna *sigh*