Rehab XLVIII: this morning was a calm I can't explain
So. It's nearly two in the morning.
My alcohol total:
1 glass of merlot
3 bottles of Green Apple Bite Smirnoff
1 large swallow of Skyy Blue vodka (gross. I do not like vodka unless it's mixed with hard lemonade.)
I am mildly turned on,
sleepy,
and completely lucid. It is impossible, apparently, for me to be affected by alcohol beyond getting sleepy.
But I'm not going to push it.
I'm aware that you're probably blinking at me. I know you don't like me to drink. But I feel fine, albeit mildly sleepy, and I'm upright and clearheaded. Now I just want to sit and write while they do whatever they're going to upstairs. We played The Game of Life, and I came in third. Kyle won.
He kept making me laugh. I guess I like him okay now.
Well. Nothing left to do but see where tomorrow (today, technically) goes. I hope it doesn't turn out like so many times, when a good day precedes a bunch of lousy ones.
My alcohol total:
1 glass of merlot
3 bottles of Green Apple Bite Smirnoff
1 large swallow of Skyy Blue vodka (gross. I do not like vodka unless it's mixed with hard lemonade.)
I am mildly turned on,
sleepy,
and completely lucid. It is impossible, apparently, for me to be affected by alcohol beyond getting sleepy.
But I'm not going to push it.
I'm aware that you're probably blinking at me. I know you don't like me to drink. But I feel fine, albeit mildly sleepy, and I'm upright and clearheaded. Now I just want to sit and write while they do whatever they're going to upstairs. We played The Game of Life, and I came in third. Kyle won.
He kept making me laugh. I guess I like him okay now.
Well. Nothing left to do but see where tomorrow (today, technically) goes. I hope it doesn't turn out like so many times, when a good day precedes a bunch of lousy ones.