I Told Me Not To Do It.
Hi,
Well, as you might have guessed from last night’s post. I am now somewhat the worse for wear, and feeling sorry for myself.
I was evil.
I did not keep to my own rules, so I must be punished.
I must play the part of both Sadist and Masochist.
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My decision will have to be that, because I did not even have the sense to stop at a couple of beers last night, I will not have anything alcoholic to drink AT ALL, for the whole weekend.
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OUCH!
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I can clearly see that although I might possibly be a closet Sadist, there is no appeal to me at all, in being Masochistic.
I do not like it.
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I am in a huff with myself now.
As always, I have gone too far and someone has to suffer. Namely me.
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Oh well, no good going on about things that cannot be changed is there!.
After all , I believe that there will be another alcoholic weekend in the pipeline, in about seven days time.
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This morning, hangover notwithstanding, I went out and fed the birds with left over Pasta and Pesto, which they sensibly adore, and extremely hard and dry bread, which they will probably eat because they ARE Masochistic.
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And then I made myself the biggest cup of tea I could, using a massive pink cup with very self satisfied looking little girl and a cat on it, which I bought at a local Charity shop.
It weighs a ton, but it is massive, and will do the job of hydrating me very well.
The tea tasted a bit weird, but I expect that that is some sort of side result of last night’s wickedness too.
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But hey, look on the bright side, I have completed a painting and it is still pleasing in the sober morning light.
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My next move should be to go and toast some Warburtons pancakes, but I do not think that I could face any food as yet.
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Another huge cup of tea.
That’s the ticket!.
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Have a fine day yourself.
And don’t drink.
It’s bad for you.
Just trust me on this.
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SHH.
J
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