Another Friday, another post up on Hijacked Amygdala! Suicidal short prose this time, with a suitably morbid accompanying photograph… – http://wp.me/p7fAW1-mH
It’s Friday and I’m sober. This is fucking horrible. I forgot how grim the first 2 weeks of cold turkey are. Mental and physical anguish aplenty. If I’m not thinking about wine, I’m thinking about crying. Blergh. I tried to remember where I used to hang out before I started drinking, then I realised that I have essentially been inebriated for the past decade.
I’m off to the pub to have a glass of orange juice.
Wish me luck!
Or shoot me.
Either is fine.