I swear, I am never gonna drink again. Or get drunk for that matter. Deep inside this promise will stand for about a couple of days then will be forgotten as soon as that bottle of Red Horse is opened.
The nagging headache that keeps slapping this huge stubborn skull of mine is almost unbearable that I am prompted to say short novenas at 6 in the morning. At 6 in the morning. 6! Get that?
Ah. Now I officially hate these drinking sessions.
For the past few days, I am building an aspect of myself that I think will really help well in whatever I do later. The aspect of stoicism, discipline and behaviorism. As cheezy as it sounds, I kinda bought into the whole thing. But last night every bit of discipline went crashing out of the window. I went from a well mannered zebra to a very very unruly chimpanzee. Sad.
What I really hate in getting drunk, aside from the hangover, is the memory that you could have said something the night before that you might regret the day after.
From now on, I am never, never getting drunk again.(At least for now). Asan na yung kape?
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