Tuesday 27th December

I failed to exercise this morning, and instead ate more cheese and went straight into another day-long drinking session. If anything, this might possibly have had the opposite effect to if I'd bothered to get on the exercise bike for a couple of hours or gone for a walk. Have just read back the last week or so's entries to 'RTBC' - something I haven't generally done so far - and aside from proving that I have haven't really had much of interest to say, they have also proven that I have drunk heavily every single day for over a week. No wonder I feel so lethargic. I would ideally like to have spent a day in a state of detox, a kind of preparation for the week ahead, going back to work etc. But plans are plans, and sometimes it is the socially correct thing to do, to get pissed and laugh a lot. And hardly something to turn down!


So this afternoon I nipped around the corner to mate's house, where I spent a day playing board games and eating curry, which was the premise of the get-together. Only an hour or two in and I had devoured several cans of beer and was already on the neat whiskey. It was a fun time and, in a way, nice to see people other than family members for the first time in a couple of days. Christmas I think can sometimes seem like being stranded on an island and having only a select few people to co-inhabit with, even if they have been good company and it has only been a matter of days.


My friend has recently got into making curries from scratch, and I get the idea that at the moment most of his meals are taking to an Indian stance to enable him to perfect his new-found hobby. He managed to muster up a good little meal, and a fun day. The booze was flowing, the dice were rolling and plates were quickly cleaned. The mammoth game of Monopoly, however, seemed to be cut slightly short when the board got knocked over in a drunken lunge to the table by the host. Somehow, this seems to be the main way that games of Monopoly ever end when I play them, when someone accidently knocks the board over. In an unexpected shock of momentary disaster, the game that you had just put several hours of your life into, buying, selling and developing property, and gleefully screwing your mates over with outrageous rates of rent comes to a sudden end. I guess it's a good thing really, as otherwise games of Monopoly will very rarely end within 4 days of starting. 


Coat-less in the material sense, but fully dressed in the beer sense, I shimmied home in the crisp and cold night air, having realised it was late and I have work in the morning. What an odd feeling it is to say that, and what a hindrance - in a way.