Stolen = Tasty

I was really good today. No booze. I had no client lunches, bought a sandwich and sat in front of my laptop, doing some work shit. I was actually quite proud of myself. I had had a horrific morning. I got soaked to my underpants on my way to work because there were seriously heavy storms in SE of England this morning.

All I wanted was normality, even though my underpants were soaking. Fucking nasty. I lasted until about 4pm when I had a meeting to go see a new potential client for the first time. We had a business chat for about 15 minutes and then we hit the whisky. 8pm and I am fucking hammered and decide it is time to go home. One eye closed as I went down the stairs to the tube, that was how twatted I was. When I finally got to my home station I went to my local store to grab something to eat as I was starving. I thought it was a good idea to lean on their promotional stand of chocolate easter bunnies. The stand was taller than me. It fell over. Everyone looked at me. i turned around and walked out, still holding the sandwich which was now a stolen sandwich.

Man that sandwich tasted good. Now I can't go to that shop for a while.