First day back at work after the hols. Knackered all morning but resisted the temptation to use drugs. Yes, some people would resort to tea, but not me. So I did it the hard way. A joyless experience for me and the clients.
By mid-afternoon I was sick of being virtuous and lacklustre. Several cups later, and just before the last clients went home, the magic tea kicked in. Yippee!
By evening, I was jabbering almost like a blissheid.
After the cellmate went to bed, I stayed up to party while the rest of the world slept. Out of sync as usual.
Story of my life - self denial all the way through, then a last-minute spurt to balance up. This means that when I'm old I'll consort with whores to make up for a virtuous life. Too late as usual. By that time I'll be what the Bavarians call tote hose - dead pants.
I blame the accursed middle class deferred gratification. Kipling. If you can keep your seed while others are losing theirs.