Ugh. I've eaten too much cucumber. I'm seriously going to vom. Why do I do it? Though coming from someone who used to do their weekly shop at Blockbuster's, I guess I've come a long way. You know when you need to stary worrying? When the man at the offlicense tells you he was 'worried' because he hadn't seen you for a few days. Shit. Just a diet coke for me please shopkeep/friend/lover/godfather to my children. Shit shit shit. Just another 26.3 UK units of Smirnoff. When can you start calling yourself an alcoholic? When you can't go to work before a swift vodka and coke? When it's a choice between dinner or a drink you choose......Or when you drink for two days straight just to block feelings you'd rather not have? Hmm. Who know's? Certainly not me.

I'm an alcoholic, what would I know?

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