Wednesday

Short post because it's late.

Been doing pretty good lately, drinking less. Can't say I've stopped because I haven't, but both my husband and my best friend come down squarely on it being habit and something I do because I'm bored and like the feeling rather than alcoholism. I tend to agree, but would still feel better if I drank less. More nights sober, less nights buzzed - that's what I'm going for.

Tonight? One, two, three ... six, seven, eight. Yet I feel barely touched by it. On one hand, it's been a long, long night. On the other hand, eight drinks is not acceptable.

I keep thinking that's it, but then I think, Hell, you're still up, pour another! and before I know it, there is another drink in hand.

Tomorrow, right? Sheesh.