Weird day. Bad sleep. Disturbing dreams. Even worse news. Couldn't manage to care enough to venture outside, so I spent the day writing, napping, reading, watching the tele and playing on the internets. Drank the flask that I had filled up for the Victor Harbor daytrip and then didn't feel like drinking. It would appear that out of all the people I've met, my neighbor is the only person who might drink as prolifically as I do, and she's in my exact same program-- anyone else find that interesting?
Drink Count: 4
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