J’s Diary Entry 2 Jan 2003 Spent the day in not very grown up fashion, skulking around the city on the run from Ian The Turkey. He’s been exhibiting signs of aggression since our New Year’s Eve party after Jade and I ran beserkly around the house, drunk as sailors, proclaiming our loathing of him at the tops of our lungs. Then I snubbed him … Continue reading I think I’ve sacrificed enough of my life to booze, I’ve explored all it has to offer and it’s time to move on.
From: ‘J’ Date: 08 March 2002 02:55AM To: ‘S’ Subject: Beer and Champagne. Goddammit. Hey Sis. Long time no type. Now type only pidgin. What are you up to? How’s work? The kiddies? Barry? Current events? Myself, I haven’t been up to much. God, what a hangover I have. It’s terrible. Beer and champagne, they just don’t mix. Oh God I feel like shit. I just … Continue reading I like my pretend job, turning up half-drunk and gossiping all day.
Saturday, 4 May 1996 12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday. I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally. I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back. It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different. You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.
Wednesday, 6 September 1995 8:50AM S, You know how I decry myself every Monday for my appalling behaviour at Friday drinks, and then promise never to go again, and then go again, and do exactly the same thing over again every week? It’s stopping here. Last night Simon invited me over the road to burn some time before he headed off to a family dinner. … Continue reading It’s a psychological thing, no matter how painful the seat is, it’s preferable to standing comfortably.
J’s Diary Entry Saturday, 3 June 1995 Had only 3 neat vodkas at “Klicks” last night. I feel strong and depressed and lonely as usual. It’s a curious choice: waste $60 on a good time I can’t actually remember, or save $60 and feel strong and depressed and lonely. I’m sort of inclined to think that if I can’t remember the good time, then what’s … Continue reading Drinking is neither physically, mentally or economically healthy. But I’ll keep doing it.