For those of you following along at home, it should be pretty apparent by now that I will eat/drink anything for attention and/or love. Here is my alcoholic equivalent of the ridiculous sandwich post. It had to be broken up into two days because I have to work in the morning. I hope you enjoy it.
Dry January has been over for three weeks and I’m back to square one. Actually, not quite square one - I’m back to drinking far too much again, only now I feel horrifically guilty about it. Which is nice.
I felt bad after being a drunk idiot at my work Christmas party. Then I ready Rebecca's piece and felt a bit better. Then I asked my friends to tell me their Christmas party stories. Now I feel absolutely fine.