After lunch, I got an invite to go have a few drinks before returning to work. As tempted as I was, I ended up declining. Which sucks, because that would have been a lot of fun.
The past few nights (and even tonight), I’ve had an itch for a beer. Not a "Gee, I’d like to get blotto drunk" thought; more a "Gee, a beer would be nice." thought.
Haven’t had anything since Monday. A few people have expressed some concern to me as far as the drinking goes, so I’m stepping it down a bit. I plan on drinking at Rena’s going away party this Saturday, but we’ll see if I end up going out to a bar tomorrow evening. So far this week, I’ve been eating salads (albeit fairly large salads) at home for dinner. Over lunch today, talk of smoking was making me want a cigarette.
No smokes; no booze; salads for dinner. Where’d all the fun go?
This Post Has 0 Comments