Drunken Recalls

So last night, I decided the drink industry’s profits were more important than my bank balance.
I don’t for some reason blog about what I specifically get up to, but I’m bored with no proper internet connection at home so I am going to bore you, or perhaps amuse you, either way I am at least amusing myself right now and thinking about your current reactions, ok I shall stop randomly dithering then.
I woke up this morning with a rather hazy head, to find that I had managed to cut my toe nails. Why? I have no idea. I still have all 12 toes.
Secondly, I did the washing up. Well, half of it anyway.
I’m sure it wasn’t long ago that I would only consider porn or poker as suitable activities after coming home alone, drunk.
I’ve changed. It’s scary.
I have nothing more to do or say for now. I don’t normally bother blogging at the weekend as nobody looks at my blog on a weekend, I assume because my potential readers are busy at the weekend, rather than being at work.
I wish anyone who is reading it this weekend, a good one, the last one of any real kind of warmth this year I expect. I shall do something but I have no idea what. I give you my love x.

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