Went out Friday night, drank to much. Woke up Saturday groggy, not remembering the better part of the night. Husband not in the bed, in guest room (means I was an obnoxious idiot). Go through an hour laying in bed, hating myself, thinking I should get some help, thoughts of life not being worthwhile. Get up around noon. Look like five miles of bad pavement.
Get out of bed, still mildly drunk, get my dirty looks from my husband. Try to find out what happened the night before. Go to the couch, lay down. Get absolutely nothing accomplished. Go back to bed. Nap. Wake up feeling better. Time to plan my Saturday night plan to party again.....Let's say Sunday is a "ditto".
Sober Saturday-
No drinking Friday. In bed by 11:00p,m. - a nice steady rain makes me feel peaceful.
Wake up Saturday at 7:00a.m. Look pretty decent for this time of day. Feel like I am a functional, productive human being. Have a "special moment" w/ my husband. We walk the dogs together. I make coffee, have breakfast and am at my kickboxing class by 9:00a.m. Catch a second breath and decide to the the Hatha Yoga that immediately follows. Home by noon. Start the laundry, clean the house. Admire my tomato, peppers, egglpant and squash that have all started to come to fruition. Meet a friend at the Mall for some mid-summer shopping sales. Come home and start planning my bbq-dinner and pick out a nice movie to watch that evening. Let's say Sunday is "ditto".
And the reason I drink is??????????
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