The Night Ahead

I am off to a leaving party tonight in some swanky bar. I know I’ll drink too much and spoil the entire weekend for myself now. Unfortunately, I also know there is nothing I am going to do about it, so I will have to live with that. I think it’s an age thing. They always said you would increasingly become aware of your own limits as you get older, and I know mine. I also know that I am worse-than-awful at stopping when I have hit my limits – whether that’s drinking, staying awake, etc. A weekend in a haze is predicted. On the upside, today has been a lovely, normal working day without too much stress and, for once, it looks like I am about to leave on time. Maybe that’s a good sign.

On this day…