Back-slide solitude: back from town. Hazy daze of learning.

Dearest Diary,

Transgression over temperance, temptation got the better of me, letting my hair down a little hazy, but stayin’ off the booze. Well, the dregs of yesterday’s bottle, a modicum tickle; a tipsy bit toast to prosperity, if not sustainable, appreciating the fleeting moment of relaxation.

On t’other hand, the language module has gotta be caught up on, but the archæology thang is first. For the now. Then back on track, On the Flex.

Max-out.

Post-Script: tarnation, I done gone left mah brand new gee-tar stand round another chaps gaff’. I could use a couple more of those down at the store anyway, so a return mooch on the ’morrow might well be in order.