1 st.November.

1 November
I awake to a sunny morning having slept for what must have been 17 hrs.
Notice nearly a half litre bottle has been drunk and all three chill tablets gone;
still I got what I wanted which was a long sleep.

My eyes were all stuck up and at the moment I’m having difficulty focusing,
eyes weeping with effort.
There’s plenty of whisky left if I fancy repeating the experiment and wiping Wednesday off the record.

I slept well and the enforced abstinence from smoking will no doubt have done me some good.
An empty glass upon the floor is the only tell tale sign of my session so I assume I simply drunk enough to make myself sleepy.
Obviously, no hangover.
I survived yesterday with only a steak pie to keep me going because of that the kitchen looks tidy, showing no signs of impromptu meals having been made.

So I cut down on calorie intake, had a break from smoking and enjoyed enough drink to help me sleep.
I cannot say whether or not the tablets played any part because I don’t remember taking them or anything much after returning from village.

I’m finding it virtually impossible to focus on the work; my eyes are streaming with the effort.
I am forced to close the curtains and block out the suns rays.
Still my eye is streaming, looks like today is a washout from the onset.
I roll up a cig and disappear to the toilet;
Satisfactory outcome, feel better for chopping a log.
I pour myself a drink.