good intentions

i seem to have good intentions these days, but absolutely shocking execution or follow through. I'm amazing during the day lately, thank god. good concentration, focus, dedicated to work, eat well, and have even pretty much cut out coffee (only two cups this week thus far- that's a massive change), am exercising regularly etc etc. you get the point. every week starts with detox plans and special diet regimes to help my poor ailing body, but by Monday evening, I'm on the couch with red wine again.
its that magical witching hour past 5 pm, on return from work, where things seem to go hairy and fuzzy. that's when i go out with the good intentions, such as last night was meant to be an 'early evening'. 'just a quiet quick one' and then return to work again. hahahaha. not that it was insane or ridiculously over the top by any means, but was a little more than it should have been, fuzzier headed than i planned, and i came home and climbed straight into bed. and by sheer skill managed to over sleep this morning. bugger. I'm not sure when I'm ever going to be able to learn follow through, or perhaps, better yet if i want to, as that would just make my life far too normal, steady, and dull surely? doesn't everyone need a flaw or a problem point (like one such rubber arm and boozey addiction) to make life a little on the strange side? perhaps I'm just talking kak to defend my bi-polar lifestyle. hell, i don't know why i bother, think I'm just going to enjoy the insanity. as long as the booze doesn't rule your life, its okay right?! cheers!
shame, my poor little darling liver is going to take such a knock this weekend. i cringe for it.