What is it about Friday? I will drink any day of the bloody week – but Friday (and Saturday, oh and Sunday) feel like “entitled” times to booze. This is completely retarded. My job is not demanding – I don’t work overly hard all week and I don’t use many of my (rapidly depleting) brain cells.
All of the “usual” drinking justifications therefore don’t apply to me. I don’t need to “unwind” after a long hard week. I don’t have anything new “stress wise” to deal with today. I’m not celebrating anything. But still, it’s Friday, right? That equals crap food and loads of booze?
I almost wrote myself a blog post at 8.00 a.m today to remind myself at 4.00 p.m that the feeling of “it’s Friday, let’s have a fun night tonight” would lead to the usual descent into oblivion.
I was going to tell myself to remember how much better I felt this morning than yesterday morning. How nice it was to be able to drive and not need a change of underwear whenever I saw a police car. How nice it was to feel, even slightly, better and to have more manageable anxiety levels.
I didn’t write myself the blog post, and I did have my usual “it’s Friday night” feeling. But instead of heading to the shop to put a load of money down the drain, I put Masterchef contestants to shame and “cooked” fish fingers mash and peas.
The mash was frozen. I’m 35 years old. Enough said.
Anyway, it’s still Friday. I may have eaten and written a load of crap, but I’m not wanting booze anymore. Was it a craving? Just a thought? Who cares.
Happy Friday 😀