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Saturday, 12 January 2019

Because alcohol never helps, except when it does

Last night I had a long drunken ramble of facebook with someone I rarely ever talk to, an ex who was kind of shit to me back in the day but seems to have grown to be vaguely human in the fifteen or so years since.

Much ranting about all the things wrong with the semi-imaginary one left me drunkenly convinced to try and make it work.

Extra layers on confusion.  So helpful.


Also, all up I had less than a pint.  Yet so much pooping last night and this morning.  Serious beer shits.  I am so unimpressed.
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