Another thing I really should do

Apart from 'fess that I've been letting myself down, a lot, this past week.

Not one dry night. Dry eyes, sluggish brain... damnation. Partly this is down to being at home in the evenings rather than at work, partly this is down to the Slug generously serving up the stuff. Mostly, however, it is down to me not having the will power to turn have the confrontation and turn my back. In short I've been back on the booze for a week, unfortunately. It doesn't do me any good and I don't enjoy it, and I really don't like the way I feel the next morning.

In fact I'm teetering on a brink at the moment. I got myself in a lather about it last night and I could easily do so again this morning. I gave up blogging for a long time precisely to clear my head and ensure that when (if) I went back to doing this I did so in the right frame of mind and for the right purpose.

The fact is I couldn't possibly take on a university course in these conditions. The lack of space and privacy to knuckle down would make any enrollment a waste of my time and the tax payer funds I'd be provided with.

The possibility of getting the novella out next month also seems to receding as the reality of how little support I get comes home.