Return to The Middle Way

Is it irony? I'm too hung over (well, honestly, the drunkenness hasn't quite worn off yet - my tongue is still numb - but I expect I'll feel the full effects shortly) to tell.

After writing yesterday's 'Wholesome Day' Blog, I spent the evening (approx 9pm to 3:30am) drinking our national elixir and despite it's traditional reputation for it's medicinal effects - I hold it (and Max L's bad grammer) responsible for:

(a) the malfunctioning of my you've-had-enough-ometer
(b) the dissolution of my sense of work-commitment
(c) the worst, worst 'dancing' ever (ever) (apologies to dance partner - you also sucked though)
(d) knocking over a huge pile of books and not remembering anything about it.
(d) spending too much money
(e) arriving into work fifty minutes late
(f) arriving into work drunk (Yes - I'm ashamed of myself)
(g) writing '(d)' twice

But for everything else I take full responsibility myself.

So I think a lesson has been learned here, and I propose not to pendulum between extremes of behaviour but to find some middle way where an adequate amount of misbehaviour (so-called) is overtly welcomed in my routine as an innoculation against more serious bouts of madness. Deal? Deal.

Oh - loko that I'm becoming lucid. Here comes the headache...