Alcohol. It's like my tragic flaw. I gave up cigarettes without a fight. I gave up marijuana much the same. Why is there such an inner struggle when it comes to quitting drinking?
Earlier tonight, I went to a super bowl gathering with Jara. She had to drive us home, and honestly, I don't remember anything after we pulled in the parking lot. I came to at 1am. I missed the whole second half of the game and she was gone, of course.
I paniced. Like I had passed out and something monumental had happened in the meantime. Actually, typing this blog is part of the calming down process just so I can go to bed and sleep tonight. It's not good. It's not what I want.
One day, I'll wake up, open my fridge, and pour it all out.
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