Lately it seems as if Wednesday's are a trial by fire in my sobriety, a trial I have invariably failed. The pattern is always the same: I drink Wednesday through Friday. Renew my resolve over the weekend. Manage to stay on track for the first few days of the week. Rinse and repeat.
As for today, one bad vibe at work, and my entire being is screaming to get drunk so that I can abandon all care, if only for a little while.
Evening Update
Well, I managed not to drink. I blew my budget and my diet and blew off going to the gym, so I wouldn't exactly call it a victory. But fuck me, I'm doing the fucking best I can.
Evening Update
Well, I managed not to drink. I blew my budget and my diet and blew off going to the gym, so I wouldn't exactly call it a victory. But fuck me, I'm doing the fucking best I can.
