Sunday Muggy Sunday

2 weeks on the wagon & I'm ready to fall off at the first sign of a decent excuse...

Previously, when I've given the liver & other organs a clean break from my drug of choice, there's been noticeable effects & very little in the way of cravings. Not this time. I've noticed no difference in energy levels or other physiological benefits & due to the hectic nature of life over the last fortnight, I've done nothing but want/need a drink.. or 2... a lot.

Not that anyone who knows me would think I have a problem in this area (do you?), but I'm just wondering if another 2 weeks will make any difference. And it's no fun drinking water in a pub... & since when does a small bottle of coke cost $3??

Since I went to a party at a pub in Double Bay last night, that's when... The Golden Sheaf was & apparently still is, the bar of choice for Cranbrook students old & new. I met at least one there last night - didn't know him then, quite happy to not know him now... The whole place was full of Hilton sisters with Nicole Richies in tow. Liz & I couldn't help recalling the South Park episode screened last Monday night when P. Hilton came to town. It was happening all around & was still happening after I dropped Liz home & had to drive past there again on my way home at 1am. Ah the glory & dignity of youth... so it goes...

Now... A day's exercise is called for.