Four years ago, I stopped drinking. It was one of the top five decisions in my life.
Still sober, and the desire to drink rarely enters my mind. I (ironically) did dream last night I was at a sporting event and I started drinking a beer. It didn't taste good. It was weak, watered down, in one of those old waxy paper cups, and eleven dollars. I woke up, annoyed I'd even gone down that road, but my dreams, where I have little control, are about the only place I venture down that path anymore.
It's also been a good year in regards to her, the catalyst to my drinking. I think of her far less than I did at the beginning of year four.
Once again, no celebrating until year 5. Then I'll have done something; begun a journey for the better which I'll be on for the rest of my life.
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Back after vacation. The week has not even slowed down. Sigh... I know I featured her a few weeks ago, but she is fun! Tripped and fell i...
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I went to a $500 steak house! I was sat next to a bunch of loud, swearing Canadians. The steak was delicious.
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