Closet Extremist

If you hadn't already surmised...

I kinda fell off the wagon a bit last night. I had a lot more booze leftover from last weekends festivities than I had planned on. Temptation got the better of me, and I had a tipple or three. I didn't have a bad day or anything, I was just feeling a little lonely.

Lonely + Lot's of liqour = Rambling sappy post. Which is much better than calling up old girlfriends, as it's less abusive (to them and me.). Anyhow, I'm sorry for the poor content, but I do not apologize for the post, or even the drinking. When I got to work today, I felt good. I was actually raring to rip, instead of dragging-ass in there, exhausted and whiny. I felt good all day, and despite myself, managed to get a lot of good work done.

Since Kev and I have lost our night shift, we've been resigned to doing a lot of the grunt work as well as the actual design and system stuff, I've been hitting the house completely exhausted. Bone and brain weary. I've been putting off working on my brakes due to that reason, but tonight I actually fixed them. I had the energy to.

I'm not saying that it was a good thing to tie one on last night, but I'm interested in the results that I got from doing so. I'm thinking on turning this brief bit of weakness into an experiment in my own pysiognomy, and the effects that alchohol has on my system, not to mention the mental and emotional aspects of things. Could be interesting.