Sadly, I feel I have drank too much to write anything amusing or interesting. I am the kind of drunk where instinct kicks in. I want sex, food and sleep. I can't have sex because the Lanky Yank is comatose. I would wake her but she felt ill earlier. I remain a gentleman even in this state. I am toying with the idea of making an egg sandwich. Sounds amazing except the fact I will have to stand and work a stove, no more kitchen fires please. Sleep is looking like the obvious choice, although the drink still flows into the 10th hour. I think I have consumed about three quarters of a litre. I feel slow and mindless. Is this what a simpleton feels like everyday?
Anyway, I apologize...
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