And then I stopped blogging. I finished the month without a single hiccup - not a sniff of alcohol, not a whiff of a cigarette, and no flesh passed my lips. I even managed to resist my mum's crepe suzette, doused though it was in Grand Marnier and filled though it was with melted chocolate.
I got so caught up in the actuality of abstinence - even down to swimming twice a week to add to the already heady feeling of self-righteousness runnething over my cup - that I neglected to write about it. Which is the best result of all, I suppose.
Some people live life, while others just observe it. Some people get caught in the rain; others just get wet. I got caught in the rain while living life, and it felt bloody fantastic. And now I'm off for a pint, a burger and a long hard look at the rest of the year...
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