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Sunday, 2 August 2020

Alcohol is not my friends.

I left the house for civil niceness with people I like.
It was very pleasant.

But, for what I think is the first time since New Years, I had some alcohol.
And became obnoxious.
I was pretty sure I was sex-pesting onto some probably straight guy in the bar - though he kept talking very close to me and continued with incidental handsyness so I think he took my awkward pass as just a sign someone was allowing him to continue to talk about himself.

Drunken stumble home, as that third pint was defo a bad plan.  On way, texted Shitlord a happy borthday because I should not have got drunk so close to his birthday.  He replied, a couple more texts were exchanged and I regret it all.

Made it home to pee (over five hours after I last had and much liquid - diabetes clearly not trying today.  And now having a cry about being so stupid as to text the enemy, and writing this.
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