Okay, the answer to the above question would be a resounding no after Saturday night. When you are simultaneously throwing up next to your husband, one in the sink, one in the loo; you start to re-assess, is it really worth drinking? Since August we have had plans pretty much every single weekend and they always involve alcohol. I am tired. Tired of drinking in excess. It’s nothing to be proud of and I have really taken a step back and decided that I’m going to try and be t-total (or more like, limit myself to 1 or 2 drinks.) As I laid around on Sunday morning feeling sorry for myself, running to the toilet every five minutes to throw up last nights stagioni pizza (olives, prawns, things that generally do not want to agree with you at the best of times) I sat there and questioned…
“WHY THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?”
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