I FOUND A 6ft long little trotter horse narrow cardboard tube ideal for tubby roborovski hamsters to ping along. It's lying up my street as we speak.
In the shop I purchased a Cadbury's Praline Flake bar and no cyder. I'm giving giving up alcohol a bash and I'm doing it cold turkey. Fed up of messing around. I calculated I was on just over 40 units of alcohol ~ that is 400 mls or 320 grams of neat alcohol ~ per week or three half-litre cans of cherry Fizz per week. I'm fed up of drinking alcohol. As my family put it, I know alcohol is not helping my depression at all. I know alcohol worsens bipolar, even in the relative moderation I drink it in... I know if it wasn't a problem there'd be no trouble giving it up for a year, so that's what I intend to do. A year on Pepsi Cola and tea and chocolate milk.
I'm still sleeping far too long. My head to my dreams dreams 12 hours to 16 hours a night and that's too long. I'm blushing like a babboon's backside over this embarrassment.
If I give up all illicit drugs I may be lucky enough to have a Positive Mood Swing (going UP) but there seems fat chance of that, I feel so sluggish and shamed.
Now I must ping off before this computer really starts misbehaving on me. Good luck to y'all and have a great weekend. And I'm sorry I couldn't find anything furry to post up!
It was Christmas eve in a war zone - I just about managed to rise this morning but shining is still a long way off. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I had my usual stress dream last night....
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