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so i totally remembered something that i forgot to post in my just-got-out-of-jail update. the people in my cell block were really doing lines of coffee. like coffee grounds from a bag of freeze-dried coffee. like jail issued coffee grounds from the commissary. they took the coffee to someone's cell and really cut up lines. "it burns," she said. "want one?" and, while i felt special - being the new girl and getting offered a line on my first day, i respectfully declined.
so, i know this is of little significance, but today is my seventh day of sobriety. and i realized that it's not so much the drinking i enjoyed, but the being drunk. this is why, i imagine, it's easy for me to be around people who are drinking and not feel any temptation. in fact, i think one of my new favorite past times might become hanging out with people who are really drunk. it's hilarious in a sort of disconcerting way; but hilarious nonetheless...
so, i know this is of little significance, but today is my seventh day of sobriety. and i realized that it's not so much the drinking i enjoyed, but the being drunk. this is why, i imagine, it's easy for me to be around people who are drinking and not feel any temptation. in fact, i think one of my new favorite past times might become hanging out with people who are really drunk. it's hilarious in a sort of disconcerting way; but hilarious nonetheless...