Hi, my name is... What? My name is... Who?

Fuck. Me.

I have never in my whole life of being a boozy tart had my Puza face on for such an extended period of time!

No seriously, I am even starting to worry that I am turning into the dreaded individual who has to attend a certain kind of meeting once / twice a week and discuss her feelings about being absolutely boozed with a circle of complete strangers. This is one circle of trust that I really hope I never join.

The problem is that this dreaded circle of trust has apparently been in my family for generations. Yes, my family really loves this circle. Particularly my uncle and nonna, oh and great-grandmother on the Parental Unit known as Mom's side. So it's rather distressing and then not...

They say that the first step to "recovery" is admitting you have a problem... Well I have a fucking problem:

1. Why are there only 2 days in a weekend?! I mean what bloody genius woke-up one day and decided that everyone should work 5 days and have 2 days off. It just isn't working for me (or my liver) and I think I seriously need to petition some higher being to change this...
2. I am at work! Always a big problem when working out your final days at The Company
3. My alcohol induced state can be blamed on two sole individuals. The one being Crombie (who I love to tid bits but duhling seriously I worry when we drop 3 bottles of vino like its 2l of Coke). The other one is a new addition to my life and one that is proving to be highly addictive. He is, in fact, the main culprit and thus is entirely responsible for my new found um... mmm... how to put this; habit?

So now that I have admitted my problems and been totally and completely brutally honest, I have been saved....

Saved from having to search the web for said meetings. Saved from having to attend said meetings. And saved from joining that circle of trust!

Mmm, if you ask me - I think its been a highly productive day!