Four thirty in the morning, and I find myself on the toilet.
It’s been weeks since I’ve decided not to buy beers or alcohol in general, I’ve been doing great, only drank a little glass of beer when asked, not exaggerating, not causing any problem whatsoever.
Yesterday I met my best friend, who desperately needed to talk, and we did. He took a pint and I ordered a Tonic (no Gin, can anybody imagine??)
Nice. Thing is, the chat went on, long on. He ordered another beer, and I followed, ending up with a litre beer in by stomach. Not a good beer.
Got back home for dinner, and everything was smooth… until now, woke up, belly aching, feeling weird… and now I’m on the toilet, swearing silently at my past-self, trying to push shit as hard as possible.
Fuck me.
