I'm posting these stupid blogs to no one in particular, but who cares. I'm back at work- weekends are too short. Looking forward to another day of agonizing monotony- we're in the slow part of the program- not too many customers. I had some beer on the weekend, which kind of goes against what I said about quitting drinking. I'm not sure that it's a problem since I only drank eight or nine, didn't feel it much and went to bed after that. Contrary to what I posted, I was fine yesterday. That was the third time this year I drank at all. I have to be honest- based on my past, I should have quit drinking years ago. However, I like beer. I have many conflicted feelings about drinking- I hate drunks, I hate waking up not remembering WTF I did last night, I don't like getting belligerent or violent (which sometimes happened) and I know that I don't want to support the idea of alcoholism and drug use. However, here I am. The best thing for me to do is count myself lucky to still be alive (it's true- God looks after drunks and small children) and just quit. I am going to try harder. Christmas season is a bitch, though. At some point I usually end up with a beer in my hand.