The beginning of the end
Sunday 15th. Work is done. Work's Christmas party is done. Silly hats and dancing loonies have been boxed away for another year. Bla Bla Car I am heading to London at seven this evening(£16) and from there... I know not what I am doing. However I do know that the last four months picking and packing in a blasted warehouse have left me more inclined to drink heavily whenever the moment allows. The twin poisons of the working and alcohol environments are something my mind and body shouldn't require ever. The warmth of both money and booze has always been a trap into which I cannot easily escape; even if I can stare at this other me from the sides and wonder why this addiction is at all. Yesterday I was bitten by a puppy. He was playing and caught my nose. Yesterday I had a very bad cramp on my left thigh. It has to happen whenever I am about to set off. My actions became unstuck. A large yawning took my body. Something in that mix of party frolics undid me. But I am better fo...