So, last night, the perfect drinker's scenario unfolded. Home alone, no commitments the next day, good opportunity to get hammered. Except.....
Weird thing number one: I almost couldn't be bothered to pour myself a drink. Whereas normally I would be itching to feel that numbing comfort of cold, white wine hitting the back of my throat and the top of my brain, I found myself reading my book, watching (as opposed to staring bleary eyed at) the TV. I eventually poured myself a drink at around 8.15
Weird thing number two: It tasted unpleasant. Not really horrible, but just 'off'. I forced myself to drink it anyhow, poured myself another, took a couple of lame sips and then threw the rest down the sink :0 :0
Weird thing number three: Thought it might just be the wine, so persevered (!) and poured a whisky and coke. Couldn't drink it - that went the same way as the wine and I replaced it with what was left of the coke. No alcohol involved.
Thinking this could be the start of something. Feel a mixture of elation and fear (life will change if I no longer have my crutch - for the better of course, but I am pretty resistant to change in general, so will have to formulate a plan)
Hoping the light at the end of the tunnel continues to shine (unlike the wine!)
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