Taking control

There was a night out in Roppongi, home of everything sleazy and filthy. There were two wine tasting parties at our place followed by karaoke. There was the quiet Thursday night drink that ended with me spending the night on the toilet floor for fear I was going to vomit. Then there was the farewell party during which I fell asleep in a bar and then got home at 4.30 am.

In the last couple of months, I have probably drunk more alcohol than I have in the rest of my life put together. I've slept no more than 4 hours most nights and have spent the majority of my days with a face like an old sleeping bag and a personality like Margaret Thatcher.

I've had some great times, but I now realize that the combination of exhaustion and weighing 42 kilos does not make for a happy relationship with heavy drinking. It's got to stop.

So, now that the semester is over, I plan to sit on my arse eating ice cream and biscuits all day. This will resolve both the tiredness issue and the weight issue in one fell swoop so that I can resume my binge drinking without further delay.

No seriously, I'm taking the express wagon out of Tokyo and getting a fucking grip.