Monday, 20 October 2008
level vodka by Andrew Ebrahim
Just a bit of alcoholism chat. From an SEO point of view I am not sure whether to call the post "alcoholic chat" or "alcoholism chat". It should be the latter I think.
Jane starts work tomorrow. She is up and about but very fragile, huffing and puffing, shuffling and disappearing into her bunker. She said she would make work (while she going through the binge). She is able to think quite lucidly during a large binge sometimes as she tends to have mini pauses when the booze wears off a bit. She then almost stops, decides she doesn't like the real world and goes back down into the black abyss one more time, out of it all, in her parallel universe of never ending dozing but never sleeping, lying on the bed in the darkness for hour after hour, day after day, amongst the extreme mess of bottles and waste food surrounding her.
You hear the occasional rustling of plastic bags and the clinking of bottles, the unscrewing of screw tops and the slight gasp after a swig of neat vodka. Then endless hours of silence.
She occasionally cries out my name. When I go to her she is silent, half asleep unable to talk.
Will she be up to work tomorrow? She'll definitely be going, but she'll find it hard going. Her preparation has been less than perfect.
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