The Effects

This morning I sit in a coffee shop enjoying a double espresso and an expensive Saturday newspaper telling the story of The Bubble. I feel good. I feel fresh. And how can this be given that I had big plans to celebrate the end of my drink-fast last night? Well...I fell asleep on the livingroom couch at 730pm and couldn't really wake up until 530 this morning. That's right my fellow Drinkers. Asleep at 730. Do you see how abstaining f*cks you up? Perhaps it was the fact that I had gotten up at 4am Friday morning then had two delicious pints of Guinness straight after work - after not drinking for three lonnnnng days. Maybe. Maybe those two pints put me under. I did have a couple of nice glasses of California Pinot at the house later too. Yes they must have contributed too. I was planning to watch The Abbot's band play at 9pm last night but, suffice it to say, I never got there. I never got to drink his music. All I got was sleep.