moggie

Alright lets journal it up...
I'm working hard and loving it. Palliative care is really interesting to me. I'd never known anyone who had died until last year and now it's a regular thing. I thought I'd be traumatised but nope... Everyone is trying to get me to drink. I guess this is how it felt to be on the other side... I was the one trying to get everyone else drunk. I'm sorry for anyone I put that kind of pressure on. I'm accidentally exercising... There's something about walking on the beach in chilly wind in the early morning that I find relaxing. Yes, walking without a reason is exercise to me... even if I don't have the sweat pants and top to do it. I've found myself more active since almost giving up the booze. No hangovers to convince me to stay in bed. I have more money too. I'm not completely giving it up... I still enjoy the taste. I can't drink much any more. This really sucks for my brother because it's his 18th soon. Years have I been waiting to take him out and get drunk with him and now I can't do it. Irony. I don't think he's much of the partying type anyway. We'll see what happens...

I like it... my room-mate hates it.