It had been a tricky week: Giles had yet another bust-up online over a column; a piece I wrote had been trashed in the comments; a load of other stressful crap happened offline; I failed to start taking my anti-anxiety medication because I think I don’t need it; then, in order to put on a happy face at a dinner and not just sit about with the energy of a Ringwraith, I got really drunk.
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