What Day? So I'm at Daniels. Would I have ever imagined this? But I'm here and I'm thinking I shouldn't be and the world is spinning as the vodka courses through my veins. I can't believe the atmosphere as giggles escape unchecked. Lisa and I look at each other then burst into a fit of laughter. Dan is in the kitchen fixing me a drink. The vodka is strong, the cola minimal. The slap comes unexpectedly, I can feel the sting and predict the handprint later. A few minutes have passed and the tingle is still present. The other bloke tries to break the tense situation. "Dan, give us a blow job" This falls like a lead ballon and I'm thinking I'm in need of a drink. My hour timer goes off and it's time to have another cigarette. Oh yeah I forgot to mention; I'm giving up smoking. Yes I puff a no nicotine e-cig but I only allow myself one roll-up an hour and so far as of 9am I have managed this! As soon as I get the liquid with a small amount of nicotine in I will cut this down to one every two hours. This is exciting! Last time I gave up for six months, this time I will aim for a #lifetime. The conversation moves on as I smoke my one sacred roll up. The atmosphere, although tense... "Who you talking to, Stella?" This from Dan. I'm not, of course. I'm writing this tale. What am I doing? The thoughts swirl, so it's tense and it's immense and it's like no other time. The other story gone. The other space erased. So where now? I don't know but I'm looking forward to finding out.