"Wikipedia," I mumble.
She looks like she's about to say something, but instead just prods away at my gum. Eventually she sighs.
"You'll have to take some antibiotics before I can get to it. It's an idea to avoid alcohol." She sees the look in my eyes and barely pauses. "No, really. It'll make you very, very sick. Everywhere."
So. A week without booze. I can do this. I've done it before. There was a period of two years when I was dry, smug, and wafer thin.
But this is different. I've a week before I see her again, and in the meantime I can't really do the following...
- have sex
Hmmn. This leaves me with smoking and TV. Oh and the gym. Oh dear.