A bit too preachy for my tastes. I guess I owe Titey some money, since he's been gambling on my return to the world of "where am I?" ever since I announced that I'd signed up with the AA crew.
It's sometime at night, although I'm not sure when, and I've just stumbled home. I can't remember what the fcuck happened today, and to quote the Simpsons, "my mouth is dry, tastes like vomit, and I can't remember a thing..."
My groin also hurts a LOT. I think I may have gotten in some sort of fight.