Not drinking Decided to have a booze free weekend to save some money and because I've been drinking to much recently.Its been so long since I've had a week without beer and I'm clamming for a few cans.I feel like a right alcy
Its craving something to do with my hands I think more than anything.If I dont have a can I drink shitloads of tea or coffee instead which isnt good for me either and I just know that I'm going to have a joint or two later and roll a dozen more just so I have something to do with my hands
IMO the whole "I need to do something with my hands" is bollocks mate. When I'm smashed on pills n coke then it's true yeah, but after work I don't need to do something with my hands I need to be fucking stoned lol
in fact i'm not drinking for a bit for the sheer fact that when i do - i go over the top and always end up not remembering anything the next day and making an absolute arse of myself. since i work the weekends i tend to go out on thursdays and sunday nights - and everyone of them for the past 3-4 weeks have ended up in some kind of controversy. example - last thursday: went to work, finished at 8 - went to my mates house after telling myself i wasnt going to to out and get lashed. at my mates with 8 cans, end up knocking all of them back within an hour - 3 of us then somehow end up going through a litre of vodka. then of course it was a good idea to hit shields town for clubbing. after some time preparing, we end up at the club - havent a clue how we got in in that state, and then i have no recollection. apparently information that i have been gathering over the past few days indicate; *i made 2 girls cry in seperate circumstances *i was dancing in the smoking area while trying to smoke a tab the wrong way round - and when someone pointed out it was the wrong way round, i indicated that it was really the proper way to smoke tabs because its cooler. *hugged several random strangers - one of which was a charv who didnt see the funny side, and i was quickly ushered away. *dropped 4 pint's on the floor, one after another (apparently i saw the funny side after blabbing on that i had dropped them in a "serial" fashion). *confessed my love for some-one that i had just met 3 days previously - and then i dissapeared from the club alone and trapdoored. then i was seen alone outside of my work shouting at my phone which had run out of battery, and the CCTV was shouting at me to wake up and go home - to which i fell over, to the muse of all my workmates who were watching and laughing from inside work (a pub in the centre of shields). i then dissapear in the direction of my house, then i've lost about an hour of my life because i havent a clue what i was doing, since i only live 5 minutes walk away from the town centre. my mates then find me standing outside of a church next door to my house, looking at the spire of the building emotionless and gibbering. they lead me home - wondering what on earth i was doing there and scared at the fact of the coincidence that i was looking a bit like an undertaker that night as well (long black coat etc etc.) my mother then discovers me at 5am lying on the dining room table with my shoe in one hand and a tin of beans in the other. that my son - is nothing compared to what has been happening over the past 4 weeks. that is why i'm staying in tonight. i think adam can second that.
ok, er.. tellin the story of it was cool, but some of the things involved was a bit offside better? if it means anything to you, i think we've all went through that stage of waking up with complete blank sections of nights either that or its just me and you
nah, it's just cos it's been over this 4 week period, and seems to becoming a regular occurance. apart from previous JnrG shananagans.
I done well didnt drink friday or saturday but just bought 12 cans with my winnings from the bookies yesterday, was burning a hole in my pocket
