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[09 Jun 2008|11:30am] |
Let's do a running history of drinking, so I don't lose track of where I am on this. Let us remember here that I am not giving up alcohol. I enjoy it, I like it, and I don't want to give it up. I just don't want to drink every night, because I no longer enjoy it and it's effects on me are negative.
What I want to do is reduce it to a controllable level wherein I don't feel lethargic, drained and guilty all the time. Oh, and the money. I can buy more shit. Lots actually. IF I do this properly.
Last week, then. From what I can remember:
Sunday: 0
Saturday: 3 Murphys
Friday: 0
Thursday: 0
Wednesday: 2 1/2
Tuesday: 1 Bottle of red.
Monday: 0
I stayed in on Monday as well, which is fantastic. That's four nights where I didn't drink at all. That for me is ace.
Tonight's going to be a drinking night. But a planned drinking night. The ones I have to stamp out are the nights when it gets to ten and I end up just getting bored and relenting. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, being two of those days. Let's see how we do.
Say also, that I spend an average of ten quid a night, yeah? So, four days. If I did that every week in a year, that's.....
Drum roll.....
£520
Well, at first I came up with 2080 quid. That was a mistake. It's not that much. But it's still a lot of money.
No, it is! It's £2080! Well, whoa again!
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[09 Jun 2008|03:05pm] |
I can't believe while I was clattering plates on Saturday, the Foo Fighters were at Wembley Stadium. I'm no great fan of the band, apart from that glorious racket they make. I would have liked to have heard Best of You very loudly. I wonder if they played it.
Anyway, the shit weekend is well over. Tonight is poker night. Looks like breaking up that routine is starting to work.
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[09 Jun 2008|04:49pm] |
Yesterday Croatia stuffed Austria. Er...1-0. Just like I said. Honestly, there were all over them. Spain play tomorrow, they're my adopted team! Torres will score a million goals in five seconds! You'll see. Exactly one million goals.
Germany beat Poland 2-0. No love lost there.
Next up, Romania V France. Cocaine snorting Adrian Mutu is the star striker. He and his team are up against Terry Henry from France, as well as William Ballast, Friar Tuck, Kernal Whatsit, BeeBaller, and the Armchair. What le great team, pierre! Here's my probable:
France: Henry Kelly, Jim Pierre, Le baguetteeeehhhh, Snarlke Dishammpes, Trezelgeeee, Zidane out of Final Fantasy IX, Terry's All Gold, Smack Bomber, Charlie oonionnnahahh, and the Stamp Fister. In goal is the pattisierre monsteeahhh...
Sorry. And Romania:
Adrian Mutu on his own. That's right. One player against eleven. No chance! However, all that cocaine might mean he'll be amazing! He'll probably be all fast and brilliant, like a gazelle. Or he could just lie on the pitch shaking and talking about potatoes coming out of the floor or something.
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[09 Jun 2008|05:49pm] |
It's half time. In the entire match so far, nothing has happened. At all. Honestly. Nothing. Here's what you're saying:
Benny Bricks from Cheshire says:
"Watching France is like watching a female yeti trying to stiumulate itself to orgasm with a pair of tweezers"
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