Ever have that feeling when you're relatively calm and happy, but you can feel that underneath it you're still stressed, and it might not take much to flip you over to baby-eating mode again?
Odd.
I had a great urge to drink myself unconscious before, but now I don't really want to. I have a bottle of vodka in the freezer and it can stay there for all I care. Besides, I like the bottle, it's a proper-looking Russian one. I don't want to empty it, it looks better half-full. Aesthetics 1, alcohol 0.
Tomorrow I am going out to
Detroit, the bar, not the city. Last Friday, when I went out to the
Lowlander Beer Café, I was a bit of a miserable fuck, and it was good that the service was a bit slow because otherwise I would have been a drunken miserable fuck. Hopefully I will be less of a miserable fuck tomorrow. I should make sure that I lose a bit of the work-day misery. What can I do on the frankly depressing train/tube journey back to cheer me up?