Oct/070
Falling of the wagon
I've been pretty focused since arriving in UK. Trying hard to keep myself on the straight and narrow - getting up early, commuting, working as hard as I can, commuting back, eating a good dinner, not drinking too much and trying to get enough sleep.
Until last night. Not quite sure what happened exactly but I am sure I got pretty smashed up. I woke up on a mate's sofa in Old Street wearing my ski jacket at 10am this morning. Dragged myself into the office, hideously late, unwashed and in yesterdays clothes, barely able to speak. But you know what? - after an hour or so in front of the computer I'm feeling OK and even doing some useful work.
Feels just like the old days in London. I think I'll skip the old trick of having a pint at lunchtime to ease myself through a heavy hangover day, though. Like I say... I'm getting old :)
