Hungover
This morning. SO sick, I felt as if my life was ending. Promised myself a million times, as I was befriending Mr Toilet Bowel, that I would not drink again.
Its after 8. Sunday night and I feel like doing it again.
Broke my boot heel. Fell down a flight of stairs. Embarrassed myself beyond that point of self recognition.
Second thoughts. Think Ill pass. A warm bubble bath, Mr Ducky and my fingers will have to do.
Happy Sunday
This morning. SO sick, I felt as if my life was ending. Promised myself a million times, as I was befriending Mr Toilet Bowel, that I would not drink again.
Its after 8. Sunday night and I feel like doing it again.
Broke my boot heel. Fell down a flight of stairs. Embarrassed myself beyond that point of self recognition.
Second thoughts. Think Ill pass. A warm bubble bath, Mr Ducky and my fingers will have to do.
Happy Sunday
The vicious cycle
Sorry to hear about the boot, not good. Don't worry about embarrassment, it'll pass, I know.
Have fun with your bubble bath ;P
I don't even tell myself anymore that I'll stop. The best promise I can make is to try to use moderation (the emphasis being on 'try'
Seems like you're in a great very serene night though. Have fun!