Started off my weekend poorly with a visit to a friends house where I accepted a stubbie of beer. A visit to the local hotel followed where I had another couple of my favorite beers. All seemed well enough although arriving home early in the evening I was soon asleep, the effects of coming off night shift and having imbibed the alcohol. Saturday saw me back down the local pub spending the afternoon drinking beer after beer. It still amazes me how quickly I get back into the "swing of things" when it comes to drinking. The early evening saw me crashed out on the lounge sleeping it off.
I awoke this morning with what I would describe as a moral hangover. I was really annoyed with myself for breaking my sobriety, I had been doing so well. My punishment for this indulgence is that I don't feel like I have had a weekend at all. The time was wasted in the hotel with drinking associates who really couldn't give a damn about me as a person and the remainder was wasted on alcoholic sleep.
Also it's fathers day. Out of my three surviving children my youngest girl rang me in the afternoon to give me salutations for the day. That was nice although I must admit I was a little hurt that the other two didn't bother. The price of being the estranged parent with ex wives that must hate me. I'll get over it and I must now concentrate on another week of work starting at 5am in the morning. Tomorrow afternoon is my fortnightly shot of Risperdal consta. I think my mood may be affected by the last shot running low in my system...
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