this is the end....

..of the week that proved to be helpful. Yesterday, I consumed my own body weight in weak ale, and was in bed by 12.27. I had climbed from my pit 10 hours earlier in the year, after reaching it 5 hours previous. Friday had been the breakthrough, and I celebrated effortlessly with *bath-salts* and volumes of larger, Guinness and a disco dance. the pressure of Thursday had overcome my consciousness; I had found myself staring at the kitchen utensils in TK Maxx, having not realised how I came to be there - I wondered if I had locked my door and traipsed home minus the accoutrements I had no real use for. of course the door was locked. Wednesday had been full gentle cowardliness, spirited by an air of misgiving for my predicament and a resentment to confront the issue. I was yet to panic. Tuesday the same. Monday was ruled by arrogant optimism that rooted my self belief to celestial objects out of my reach. I didn't fall directly downwards. but Sunday is today and I am still standing on my tiptoes, as I now realise I haven't actually grasped anything solid as yet.