i don't think my self-imposed drinking ban was doing any good. last night i fell off the wagon in a mild way and felt all the tension melt away. this is why people become alcoholics i thought.
finding a middle ground between fun and focus is not easy. if i starve myself of fun (as i did during the week), then i feel like i am punishing myself. but if i indulge myself by accepting every invite that comes along then i feel rushed for time and out of control.
poor the_antichris however, had to see me at my harried worst. we went on a lovely picnic on the waterfront though. while walking there with our tasty french bakery food, i managed to unwittingly lose a citron tart so it was fortunate that the rest of the food was good enough to suffice. also fortunate was the fact that chris spotted a dead seal in the harbour before it got too grisly with crowds of on-lookers and we made ourselves scarce. it was lovely to catch up with her even if i was an essay-strung-out-mess.