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.
Friday Music - Goldfrapp
Looking forward to a quieter weekend. Who am I kidding? I already know I will be dragged out at 10 Saturday night. Underrated dance song.
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Another year down. Was in New Orleans, Savannah, Chicago, the Great Wilderness, and San Francisco. I had one of the better years of my life.
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This reminds me so freaking much of 83 and 84... I remember when a muse tried to trick me. She pretended to hate something she was to see...
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I like when you rub up against me, as you make sure no one is looking. I just prefer the direct approach. Let's find a quieter place.
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