The old devil of alcohol promised me a night of oblivion away from my stresses with his familiar "you deserve it" mantra. I was sssoooooo tempted and had started to even imagine my night, kicking back, watching dexter and getting buckled on heineken.
So, I did the garden instead, i weeded it , ripped up all sorts, planted everything i could find, and then painted a floor! All this time i was wondering what time it was (You can't buy booze after ten pm here).
The night went by and my anger and frustration subsided, it got till midnight and i sat and watched dexter (my fav show) sober, and with some irn bru (a Scottish soft drink).
I woke up glad to be sober and so glad that little f....er of a voice in my head that promised me a good time had been subdued, i know the "good time" would have meant vomiting today, missing work maybe, feeling ill all day and shaking and sweating , I had won a victory for one night, but the war is for life, I hope my wee story helps someone .
:l
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