Text Message I Probably Shouldn't Have Received...

Irony.

After this morning's blow-out with Naomi, the idea was to not talk to each other or be welcome in the company of each other ever again. I think she'll crack first... she's very dependent on people that she can talk to. Well, anyways, this afternoon I found a text message from her that was not supposed to (or was it?) end up in my inbox. Ha ha ha.

"Hallo.soz i didnt ring fri.in swan at mo if ur around4 a drink?we got2go out and hve a nite.hve i got a story bout last nite.fucked.and clay has bin excommunicated.joy.x"

Quoted exactly. Least I could do, right? Now, if it was a mistake that I received this message, it was a great idea for me to forward the message back to her to make her see the mistake. Heh heh... mental warfare is quite fun. If it was meant for me (which it could have been since she had already started drinking and well, I know as well as anyone how you come up with some 'great ideas' when you're drinking), then at least she knows I saw it.

It is ironic that I have been excommunicated with a text message, which is a form of communication. I do believe I understood the circumstances earlier this morning when we first agreed to the settlement. But being the ignorant one that 'I am,' I wouldn't have realized it the first time. It's a good thing she cleared it up.


This is the pint that made me fall of the wagon yesterday. It was one of three pictures I took yesterday. I didn't quite do the good job of taking photos that I wanted to. I didn't exactly fancy taking a picture of that twat, Tony. Anger isn't an emotion I would like to re-visit when I look back on the years in England, if you know what I mean.

I was very tempted to have another beer today and forget about the wagon. Let the wagon roll on without me. Brian commented that it should be that way, in regards to being off the wagon. Dunno. I would just end up sending a text message to Naomi as well tonight... excomunnicated. Right. Ha ha.

For those who are wondering, that's a pint of Snakebite and Black. A trip to the Swan in Ipswich pretty much guarantees a pint of Snakebite... or in my case, four.

Yeah, Day 1 again on the wagon. We'll see how long it lasts. Only 12 days until the Full Monty performance, so that's how long it'll last... maybe. I have contemplated doing the Fully Monty sober. I think I have the confidence for it. We'll see. Another rehearsal tomorrow will get a better feel for the whole thing. Granted getting pissed that night would make me extra-social. That'd be good if there are going to be the number of girls around that has been quoted. Oh yeah!

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