A rebel without a clue.

Did I binge last night? I almost certainly had a hangover. Around 4:30am I came downstairs for a paracetamol and a glass of water. At around 6 the chirping of a bird brought me awake: the hangover had gone, but now I have a slight hole in my finances! It's so wreckless and puts me at odds with my aims. The aim I told myself in January. Meeting up with people up at the Brewery: hanging out with people I have nothing in common with and pretty much don't like! It's such a waste. Today I don't feel bad and the storm has blown away into the continent: there is blue sky and a gentle breeze. Can I stay sober until Forward Leeds meeting on Monday afternoon? Definitely! That's my mission. The allotment Sunday and walking today. No sense in crying over yesterday's mistake: something like that had to occur (it being Friday) and it's the first hangover since my birthday. Time to make breakfast: left over Dhal. Breakfast and put those meager asparagus seedlings in the sp...

Oh, it's wet outside! The rain against the windowsill woke me twice. Second time I got up! No hangover. Feel quite brightly this morning! Storm Eunice is outside, battering the tower block. This morning I was going to slow down and go to Wetherby a little later: allowing the rain to move away (if it can be encouraged)! In Our Time  features Romeo and Juliet , which is one of Shakespeare's plays which is obsessed about! Too much for me. The themes just don't appeal! Give me King Lear, any day, with its violence and insanity. *** So it's noon and it's chucking it down now. Lola and I enjoyed a sunny walk around The Ings before I was sent to collect groceries and post a trinket. After another dark chocolate, going through the motions, here we are in Bottle & Bean - half a pale ale. Beak Fable 5.5%. ... Walked Lola to my sister while the storm increased in volume. Now I'm having a couple of beers in Wetherby Brewery. Mild 3.6% average and Jet Black Ale porter. ....