I'm sitting here trying not to drink. I had four Mike's hard berries last night (sans the vodka) and slept not at all. Alcohol helps me to sleep. Everyone I know and everything I do involves drinking. It's the way I escape myself and my thoughts and everything. It gives me comfort.
My husband, who is about to crack a beer as I'm writing this, called on his way home to ask if I wanted a "bottle." I said no immediately, but I soooooo wanted to say yes--pick up two why don't ya!
Thanks for listening.
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