victim
A friendly reminder that I'm always the victim: see?
OK, we've got that out of the way. One of my closest friends from the UK is getting married. In Africa. Zimbabwe, to be specific. In 13 days. Airfare runs from $2500-7000, and God how I wish those were Z$ Zimbabwe dollars, as $2500 would only be USD $10. That would rock, as far as airfare goes. But I just can't afford 1 1/2 months - 5 1/2/ months rent to get to the Z for 6 days, including 4 days of to and fro travel. I love this couple with all I am, but can't make it. Though I'm hopeful it's a shotgun wedding.
I'm drunk. One bottle down, next bottle freshly corked. The only sensible reply to an ex in town with her kids for a fencing tournament where I ran into a whole rash of faces I haven't seen (nor wanted to see) since 1994: drink, drink, drink.
As they say, I'm not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings.
I managed to have a single, social smoke last night with the cool kids at a party. And I managed not to go out and buy a pack today. So, check me out, social smoker.
"Don't look back / You can never look back." (Does one lineate lyrics as one does verse?)
It's proving quite difficult to get people to sympathize with my plight that I may not be teaching again until January. I'm suffering. I'm afraid of the big, bad unstructured time. Which is why I'm on my second bottle of wine this evening - they're the ones with the final tomorrow, not me.....
More later.
OK, we've got that out of the way. One of my closest friends from the UK is getting married. In Africa. Zimbabwe, to be specific. In 13 days. Airfare runs from $2500-7000, and God how I wish those were Z$ Zimbabwe dollars, as $2500 would only be USD $10. That would rock, as far as airfare goes. But I just can't afford 1 1/2 months - 5 1/2/ months rent to get to the Z for 6 days, including 4 days of to and fro travel. I love this couple with all I am, but can't make it. Though I'm hopeful it's a shotgun wedding.
I'm drunk. One bottle down, next bottle freshly corked. The only sensible reply to an ex in town with her kids for a fencing tournament where I ran into a whole rash of faces I haven't seen (nor wanted to see) since 1994: drink, drink, drink.
As they say, I'm not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings.
I managed to have a single, social smoke last night with the cool kids at a party. And I managed not to go out and buy a pack today. So, check me out, social smoker.
"Don't look back / You can never look back." (Does one lineate lyrics as one does verse?)
It's proving quite difficult to get people to sympathize with my plight that I may not be teaching again until January. I'm suffering. I'm afraid of the big, bad unstructured time. Which is why I'm on my second bottle of wine this evening - they're the ones with the final tomorrow, not me.....
More later.
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