I drank a bottle and a half of wine last night. I did absolutely nothing productive today as a result.
In the last year I have managed to reduce how often I drink, but find that about once a month I decide I deserve a little “relaxation” and end up binge drinking a bottle or two of wine.
I really shouldn’t drink at all. It just doesn’t seem to be a good idea for me. I drink alone and most times I end up drunk dialing the number of the guy who broke my heart about a year and a half ago. Funny thing is, he’s a bar owner. It makes me feel really ashamed that he knows that I am still hurting.
So here’s to day one.