I begin to believe that I have a problem with alcohol ... no, not that it is alcoholic or anything like that, unless I completely lost my resistance to alcohol since I quit smoking. Before he could knock down any (or almost) and a couple of bottles of red wine were ideal for inspiring me to write.
Now I drink one for bottles and speak more of it, I forget things I say and I wake up with a hangover. And they
twice in a month that Heike and I tumble Kazzi. Literally. Just not much better last night. I do not remember much of what happened, so you do not know if it's good or bad, but I do know is that mornings are horrible hangover. Between shame wondering I said, the horrible guilt of thinking that said oh sure
And that also pisses me off because I used to have very good memory, I never forgot what he was doing, however I put fart. And now I have to force myself to remember things.
Well, one thing is clear. Next week I get drunk because I've been with Frenchy on Friday.
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