I knew this day was coming. I could feel it approaching. My behavior was alarming me. I was feeling smudgy and not myself and just . . . wrong.
I'm not drinking anymore for the rest of the semester.
And there's a good chance I'm taking a boy-break for the rest of the semester as well.
I just went to city hall to copy some documents for our presentation on Monday and I almost threw up on the T on the way there. I managed to keep it together for a few hours but made a deposit in a city hall bathroom before I left.
And last night, I kind of almost did something stupid. I do not know how my sense kicked in, but it managed to, despite the booziness.
I wish I didn't have to go to such extremes to learn lessons.