One Vodka, Two Vodka, Three, Four....Baileys mmm

"Drip, Drip, Drip
The bucket was filling
Up, Up, Up
The level was rising
Blib, Blib, Blib
SPLASH...it's all over" ---ME


I knew I was taking the wrong turn. I knew it was going to end in disaster. But I still did the wrong thing which was disastrous. Dumbness? Stupidity? Insanity? ...I don't know.
This is the third blog I write with my stomach revolting and my head spinning. Yes, drinking I've been again. The twist this time is, I was literally drunk out of my wits. I didn't know which way was home. I have upgraded from being a budding acloholic to a full-blown aclohol addict who kills half her brain everytime she drinks. Which is quite often (It's a wonder I can still spell)
How do I drink so much? ...I don't know..The first vodka went slowly, the second one a little faster..the third was a gulp and then I lost count :). Think I should rename my blog to "Days in the life of a manic depressive acloholic"..doesn't strike a chord, does it? Naah...it won't sell..
Anyway, this morning I woke to beautiful sunshine streaming through my window in my soft warm bed and duvet, I stretched my arms and yawned. AND ALL HELL BROKE LOSE..
I could smell my own stink...bleh!!! The whisky drink, and the vodka drink...and the mmmm Bailey's.
Thank god I didn't have a guy next to me. I am confident my breath would have lulled him into a comfortable coma! And I would spend the rest of my days praying he wakes up with amnesia or a smelling disorder.
Come to think of it, considering my level of drunken-ness, if I was to wake up next to an unknown man, I think I would WISH I WAS IN A COMA! He would probably look like the ugly Welsh bulls or sheep that we have around here. So thank god for small mercies. Drunk and smelly but no ugly smellier man next to me...hehe
So, point made. (About how drunk I was).
My roomies say I passed out on the floor and snored all night.
But then again, how did I end up in my bed??



Rambling to be continued...