No, I have no excuses. It was some form of mental aberration.
I could almost 'see myself' doing it but I had no power to stop myself. Almost like what I'd imagine an out of body experience to be like. I was sort of numb.
Then I found myself drinking and enjoying it, apparently without guilt.
You all know what I am feeling today. My resistance is very low now.
Sunday 27 February 2011 - A very good day!