getting giddy with taurus;

last Saturday,
I sat and almost drunk 2ltrs of taurus.
the following morning I got up with a thick head,
quickly polished what was left,
and wished I'd bought more.
although another plastic bottle would've been too much.
I really don't want to be waking up on a Monday morning feeling how i'm feeling right now.
physically,i feel okay.
mentally,mmmmmmmmmmm,
not fragile exactly.
lethargic will do.


this week,
I bought a 2 plastic bollies of the cider,
 and two four packs of pear..
this morning,
my bottle looks pretty much as last week's did.
and my four-pack is one light.
so already,
I have upped my consumption by 440ml.
the odd remaining three could well be gone by tonight.
and as for the OTHER four-pack,
yeah.

you wouldn't consider,
I wouldn't consider,
my drinking habit anything to concern one's self with.
but it IS a worry.
I don't like that I really DO have a need,
to spend my weekends this way.
already,
I see,
as I said,
an "increase in how much I drink".
and the weekend isn't over yet.
like orwells "tea and two slices",
it sees me through.
well now my plastic bottle is empty.
it's only just turned 7.30.
AM.
and it went down a treat.

last week,
two ltrs was all I'd bought.
so two ltrs was all I drank.
it wasn't so bad.
but THIS week?

happy daze.
-----------------------------------------
well,
I've had some grub.
drunk a can of Taurus pear.
and everything seems ever so slightly blurred.
I love that feeling.
a kind of borrowed detachment.
but not quite out of it.
y'know?

fucking brilliant mate.