- Thanks Cate. I chose wine.
- Thanks Liza. Not too excited about it currently, but as you said, I can be strong when I need to be.
- Hi Marsia. I've been thinking about using the daily swim as my nicotine replacement but I have put off swimming all week as it means dreams become reality. Eek.
Ah lads. I am a fucking mess. When I was leaving work, I contemplated the long evening stretching out before me feeling utterly alone... at sea, you might say. And even with the thought of socialising tomorrow, I just wasn't able to withstand that urge to buy a bottle of wine on the way home. Which is really stupid, considering at lunchtime today, the car ahead of me was stopped by the guards and they did a breathalyser on them. Even though I had definitely processed the alcohol at that stage, an instant sweat started. Oh my God, how dreadful would that be. A new car but off the road for 6 months for drink-driving! The panic! Anyway, the ban garda waved me on, thank Christ.
I started watching
Bridget Jones's Diary this evening and I realised that I read that book far too young and I have turned into Bridget. And yes, we laugh at her antics, and she's charming and funny, but we still think - 'Mess'. Also, The Cowboy shares a lot of traits with Daniel Cleaver. He has the looks, the wit and the hair. I remember when I watched this film when I was younger, I loved the Colin Firth character. Now it's all about Hugh. (To be fair, his interviews on youtube are hilarious.) I am a disaster. Ha. It would be funny if it wasn't my life. I remember we went travelling one time and some random man started chatting me up on that country's version of the underground. My friend said to me that I'm like someone out of a romantic comedy. I've definitely watched too many films. To my detriment.
Anyway, tomorrow I will have to shuffle through the day wrecked again. The lower percentage prosecco still had a horrible effect and I felt really tired all day. I just think I'm on overload with alcohol and my body is really not processing it as well as it used to. I mean, after a few days, I'm all bells and whistles again. But for the day or two after, it's really ruining my vibe and making me exhausted.
If we win tomorrow, I have to play again tomorrow evening. This is how insane I am! Potentially two matches tomorrow that I am ruining!! I will be able to power nap in between but it's so stupid, the whole thing.
My first swim is planned for Sunday at around noon and that's when I will try to quit the smokes. I won't drink tomorrow. Back on the fucking horse.