9:04 pm
Or, in my case, DC (Diet Coke).
I had a much better day today, and thought MUCH less about drinking than yesterday. Staying strong, kids, no matter what. If I can get through nights like last night, where the only thing between me and wine is sheer willpower, then I feel like the worst is behind me. I can do it, no matter how listless I feel.
Btw, does anyone else have a sense of “whew, that’s done” with the passing of every sober day? I hate to see days go, but I do feel like every day makes the next easier — overall. So, bring ’em fast, and bring ’em hard, cuz I want this shit to get easier!
Anyway, I sold a few big pieces of furniture today, prepared a few more things for sale tomorrow, and ran errands. I also received a few important pieces of mail — still not sure how long I have to stay here in order to fulfill my UI obligations, but it sounds like I can pay a prorated daily rate on my studio if I have to change my move-out date. What a relief. Oh, and my super fixed my toilet. All in all, lookin’ good on the domestic front.
Tonight, I’m not thinkin’ about drinkin’. I’m not letting myself. I’m thinking about future writing projects, new goals, things I’d like to try (visual/physical art — I’ve had a few ideas for some “installation” art and would love to try my hand at basic painting)… I’ll probably do laundry (I’m selling a rug tomorrow and I have to at least try and wash the wine stains from earlier this year out), bake cookies, and read. Kuh-razy Saturday night, eh?
Tomorrow, I’m showing a few more items for sale and going to see my eye doctor to get fit for contacts — all before noon. And, I KNOW I won’t be late or miss these appointments. Why? This right here, my friends.
It’s good to be sober!
Drunky Drunk Girl 