BRUISED

Tomorrow i've promised myself it will be the start of a new era of being nicer.

I promise myself I will NOT smoke 20 cigarettes a day/night, it's gross and disgusting and it's happened too many times recently. I will not drink £2.50 wine, the whole bottle, every last drop and then think it was actually quite nice because i'm beginning to sound like an alcoholic. I should also really impose celebacy upon oneself but for some reason this always has an opposite effect. Last night was one of those nights where the point to stop drinking was before I'd left the house. My liver hates me. I also have found that I can have a really weird violent streak when drunk, giving people black eyes isn't really that sexy alas far too enjoyable, i'm beginning to sound a little mental.Probably a fine case for domestic violence, but I like it.

Today i've mainly spent it a bit confused about life and the simple task of even making a cuppa has challenged me. I've got 3000 words to write for next week. Oh and only the most important interview of my life to date......but i'll do that later. Au revoir.