Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Uncertainsea.

This week has been somewhat of a curious week already. It's difficult to put my finger on my true emotions right now - not that any of that bears any relevance to your precious little lives at all - but I guess somewhere deep down I know you're just dying to know that somebody, somewhere, somehow is troubled too. You must be troubled. Why else would you be here?

A sober blog post.

I'm not sure what the world has come to. I haven't even had so much as a hot beverage since I've been home, just pint after pint of water. Though with the incessant wall-banging from next door's minions reverberating through the plaster I feel as though a room-temperature refreshment wouldn't really go amiss. That tactic is probably more acceptable than Hulk-smashing the wall down and throttling their spawn. Societal etiquette is such a bummer.

I've been sober for eighteen whole hours now!

Time to rejoice: I can do this! I want to thank everyone for this accomplishment. You didn't judge me when we made that awkward eye contact and I'm ever so grateful. I know you'd never judge me. It doesn't even matter if you didn't even know, because... Ah fuck it, I'm not even an addict, what am I saying? I suppose I'm addicted to life right now, my body flat out refuses to collapse just yet and my mind keeps telling me that food is good. Damnit.

I think I'll try for a new record after this celebratory one.

There is literally no point to this blog post, as usual. I spent a weekend breaking my arms over someone else's furniture and then watched my U8s trudge lethargically to a fairly convincing 5-2 win. Most important I went cruising, as I like to say. And you know when you're driving along a familiar road and suddenly you see a turning you haven't spied before and part of you really wants to explore but you didn't bring your satnav?

It's lucky that I'm pretty good at navigation but I'm not sure I'm ready for that adventure. Road trips are tough. I wish they were all as hallucinogenic as Hunter S. Thompson's though. I quite fancy something intoxicating for a change.

Ahh, a sea of uncertainty. Someone remind me how to swim.

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