Keep Calm and Carry On

Another successful day of accomplishing exactly nothing.

Unless you count finishing a couple of books and watching Buffy for five hours solid as accomplishment.

I'm still a little tentative about going out. It's not that I'd be in too much pain - it's just that if I drink enough, I'll want to go dancing. And I could really do myself an injury if I did that. So I'm staying in to prevent myself from succumbing to temptation, really.

And I know I'd attempt to have sex with someone. I don't really want to go through the trauma of not being able to go through with it, again because I'd do myself an injury.

So it is self preservation, pure and simple.

On a completely different note - I'm down to my last 80 cigarettes. That means I'll have to give up when they're gone. I really really don't want to. But I've noticed, from having boxes lying around that I don't have to pay for, how much money I actually save. If I go out, and take a £20 with me, £10 of that goes on cigarettes. If I quit, then I'm doubling my drinking money.

Actually, I think that's incentive enough to quit.

So I'll stop moaning about it. But if you hear on the news about a spate of murders in South London, it's because I'm going through bad-tempered withdrawal.

You have been warned.