June 1, 2015
I woke up later than I wanted to this almost afternoon. My motivation to get out of bed is nil, and
my motivation to continue on with this no drinking in the month of June thing
is even less (with the exception of June 17th, I can’t let Sam’s
birthday pass without a proper sloshing).
Not because it seems so hard, but because it’s little more than an
arbitrary challenge of willpower, an attribute of humanity that I am
embarrassingly low on. Regardless, my
new glasses came in today and no drinking in June (for the most part), it’s
kind of like a new start with an old ending come July 1st.
I can hardly say I feel better, my liver is still filtering
the bourbon and diet from last night, so I can hardly pin a medal on my chest,
I really haven’t accomplished anything yet except waking up alive this
morning. Which I suppose in its own
right, is kind of an accomplishment.

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