Web Comic of the day: take that, san francisco!
Today was not day 4 of sobriety. I went to the ANZAC Day parade which was about as somber and dutiful and silly as any parade of veterans ever is, though I suppose it's the one day a year people actually come out and say "hey, you got shot at, slept in mud and shit and piss and a lot of you had no choice (not like those uppity veterans of Iraq) so, you know, thanks for that." I wrote a little about it, but it was too offensively satirical and I'll likely never be able to read it. However, for whatever reason, Phillip brought a bottle of champagne and a bottle of wine into class and we sat around and drank and talked about writing, which was nice, but ruined my streak. Oh well, this would be a shitty blog centered on drinking if I quit entirely.
Got some good ideas, got a tummy ache, took two naps, etc. etc.. The lofty goal for tomorrow is at least 4 hours of writing. Wish me luck.
Drink Count: 3
The Adelaide War Memorial:
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