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Ok so my spiral into oblivion didn't last very long. About two hours in fact. I realised that my appetite for destruction is pretty tame these days as I approach middle age.

I managed a total of three and a half drinks before the beer started to taste like piss and the smokes tasted like burnt dirt in my mouth.

So it was home early, evade mother, and read Anthony Kiedis' autobiog for a couple of hours. Man those rock n' roll boys know how to cut loose...If I led a fifth of his life I reckon I'd be dead. But given my rather appalling stamina for hard living these days, I don't think I'll even try.

So it's back to the straight and narrow for awhile. I reckon that if the heart and soul is a little shattered, the mind and body better pick up the slack. Anima sana in corpore sano and all that jazz. Ah well...at least I've got a shit-bucket full of work to entertain meself in the office.

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