I've been working on developing will power for a while now.
First, there was a whole weight loss thing. That's plateaued, but I'm happy enough with my current weight. Will probably drop a few more pounds in August, but at the moment, I'm just maintaining.
Then there was the Coke habit. I haven't had a drop of coke in 38 days. I used to drink about 4 cans a day.
So having beaten that particular habit of a life time, it's time to try and kick the habit of about 5 years.
It was my birthday yesterday, but the drinking happens tonight, hence the fact that I'm quitting tomorrow. Wish me luck.
In other news, I somehow ended up telling MGM that I'd nicknamed her. And disturbingly, she likes it. A lot.
As well as American Dad on DVD, she also bought white bedsheets and dyed them bright bright pink. Now when the hair dye runs, who will know?
We went camping on an Island off the coast of West Cork for the weekend with a few friends. Two of them decided to jog home from the pub - 2 miles in pitch darkness on bad roads. So that was a fairly bad idea, but then the third guy, Tippex, decided to do likewise on his own a few minutes later. And he's not as sporty. Seems the mocking of his man-boobs had gotten to him.
Anyway, about a mile down the road, MGM and I got to a fork in the road where we should go right, but on the left fork, we thought we saw someone. Shone the torch and saw Tippex. We told him he was going the wrong way and he announced, "Yeah, I thought that. But then I found a dead body in the ditch."
Ok, the body wasn't actually dead, but it was unconscious. We wandered up and tried to rouse the drunken unconscious woman who was face down in a ditch on the side of the unlit road. She was not happy that we had intervened. Much abuse was hurled. Two more tourists showed up and we eventually got her to her feet and walked back to the junction.
At this point, she got all "Get your hands off me you dirty fuckers!", so we let her go. And she did a Forest Gump. If Forest wore flip-flops and had very poor balance. The flip-flops went first. Then she started to go down, and righted herself, and then fell, smacked her head off the ground, bounced, and landed in the ditch again.
Tippex went in search of a local when it turned out that the emergency services where no use to us. He brought us a pensioner with a gammy leg. It was now 3:30am. The crowd of passers-by had grown to double digits.
Then a chap on a bike happened by, and he was the most helpful we'd found so far. He rang around, and it turns out there was a doctor living around the corner. So MGM, the cyclist and myself went in search of the doc. We hammered on doors, and eventually, MGM wandered around the back and started knocking on the guys bedroom window. He came to the door and we tried to explain what was going on. He was German, and largely non-comprehending.
He eventually packed a cardboard box with some bandages and we set out. Back at the ditch, there was an interesting sight. By now, the only people there were The Drunk, Tippex, The Local, and funnily enough, a doctor, taking The Drunk's blood pressure. Doc #1 pretty much turned on his heel immediately.
To add to the drama, it turns out The Pensioner was the uncle of The Drunk. Also, it would appear that The Drunk and Doc #2 had some sort of tryst about 20 years ago - she was 44. At one point she asked him "Do you want to take me home for a fuck?". When he didn't, her reply was "Well then fuck off back home to your wife and your 18 kids!" Apparently 18 was only a slight exaggeration.
We got home at about 4:30, having left the pub about 2:15.
First, there was a whole weight loss thing. That's plateaued, but I'm happy enough with my current weight. Will probably drop a few more pounds in August, but at the moment, I'm just maintaining.
Then there was the Coke habit. I haven't had a drop of coke in 38 days. I used to drink about 4 cans a day.
So having beaten that particular habit of a life time, it's time to try and kick the habit of about 5 years.
It was my birthday yesterday, but the drinking happens tonight, hence the fact that I'm quitting tomorrow. Wish me luck.
In other news, I somehow ended up telling MGM that I'd nicknamed her. And disturbingly, she likes it. A lot.
As well as American Dad on DVD, she also bought white bedsheets and dyed them bright bright pink. Now when the hair dye runs, who will know?
We went camping on an Island off the coast of West Cork for the weekend with a few friends. Two of them decided to jog home from the pub - 2 miles in pitch darkness on bad roads. So that was a fairly bad idea, but then the third guy, Tippex, decided to do likewise on his own a few minutes later. And he's not as sporty. Seems the mocking of his man-boobs had gotten to him.
Anyway, about a mile down the road, MGM and I got to a fork in the road where we should go right, but on the left fork, we thought we saw someone. Shone the torch and saw Tippex. We told him he was going the wrong way and he announced, "Yeah, I thought that. But then I found a dead body in the ditch."
Ok, the body wasn't actually dead, but it was unconscious. We wandered up and tried to rouse the drunken unconscious woman who was face down in a ditch on the side of the unlit road. She was not happy that we had intervened. Much abuse was hurled. Two more tourists showed up and we eventually got her to her feet and walked back to the junction.
At this point, she got all "Get your hands off me you dirty fuckers!", so we let her go. And she did a Forest Gump. If Forest wore flip-flops and had very poor balance. The flip-flops went first. Then she started to go down, and righted herself, and then fell, smacked her head off the ground, bounced, and landed in the ditch again.
Tippex went in search of a local when it turned out that the emergency services where no use to us. He brought us a pensioner with a gammy leg. It was now 3:30am. The crowd of passers-by had grown to double digits.
Then a chap on a bike happened by, and he was the most helpful we'd found so far. He rang around, and it turns out there was a doctor living around the corner. So MGM, the cyclist and myself went in search of the doc. We hammered on doors, and eventually, MGM wandered around the back and started knocking on the guys bedroom window. He came to the door and we tried to explain what was going on. He was German, and largely non-comprehending.
He eventually packed a cardboard box with some bandages and we set out. Back at the ditch, there was an interesting sight. By now, the only people there were The Drunk, Tippex, The Local, and funnily enough, a doctor, taking The Drunk's blood pressure. Doc #1 pretty much turned on his heel immediately.
To add to the drama, it turns out The Pensioner was the uncle of The Drunk. Also, it would appear that The Drunk and Doc #2 had some sort of tryst about 20 years ago - she was 44. At one point she asked him "Do you want to take me home for a fuck?". When he didn't, her reply was "Well then fuck off back home to your wife and your 18 kids!" Apparently 18 was only a slight exaggeration.
We got home at about 4:30, having left the pub about 2:15.
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