Thick_as_a_Planck
Bluelighter
I think I'm slipping into alcoholism... or maybe I'm already there.
I don't drink a massive amount. Compared to some people here my problem is small, I admit. But I feel like it could start going downhill very soon. It's already affecting my social and work life, no question. But I can't stop. I just. Can't. Stop.
I drink beer, normally. I buy it in small bottles because I feel like that makes me not an alcoholic. But the other day while shopping, for the first time, I decided to skip the beer and get a litre of vodka. I stood in the alcohol aisle totting it up... A bottle of beer, two units, one euro thirty. Or the vodka, 34 units, eight euros. There at that moment it seemed like a logical, well thought out plan - saving money and less bloatiness. But what the fuck kind of worked out plan is that anyway? How logical is it to buy a bottle of vodka and drink it, alone, while watching House limp around and insult people?
I don't remember the end of the bottle. But the next night, after a staggeringly difficult and awkward day at work, in which I was secreting alcohol from every pore, I got home and lay down in bed. There next to me was a third of a tube of pringles left from the night before. (Rosemary and Thyme flavour, they have strange varieties here in Italy). I sat slowly munching away, the taste degraded by my hungover mouth. Finally I came to the dregs of the tube and up ended it, letting the pieces slide into my mouth. After a few seconds of chewing there was suddenly the most awful, grinding, grating, tearing sound/sensation in my mouth. The pain and blood arrived a few seconds later.
And I remembered. I'd broken a glass the night before. Accidentally or in a fit of drink induced fuck-it-all blase, I don't know. But during the drunken clean up (which was not a great success, I've been finding shards for weeks now) I had decided to put one fairly largish piece of glass into the pringles tube. A joke for my boring, sensible, sober self.
And just what the fuck is up with that?
I don't drink a massive amount. Compared to some people here my problem is small, I admit. But I feel like it could start going downhill very soon. It's already affecting my social and work life, no question. But I can't stop. I just. Can't. Stop.
I drink beer, normally. I buy it in small bottles because I feel like that makes me not an alcoholic. But the other day while shopping, for the first time, I decided to skip the beer and get a litre of vodka. I stood in the alcohol aisle totting it up... A bottle of beer, two units, one euro thirty. Or the vodka, 34 units, eight euros. There at that moment it seemed like a logical, well thought out plan - saving money and less bloatiness. But what the fuck kind of worked out plan is that anyway? How logical is it to buy a bottle of vodka and drink it, alone, while watching House limp around and insult people?
I don't remember the end of the bottle. But the next night, after a staggeringly difficult and awkward day at work, in which I was secreting alcohol from every pore, I got home and lay down in bed. There next to me was a third of a tube of pringles left from the night before. (Rosemary and Thyme flavour, they have strange varieties here in Italy). I sat slowly munching away, the taste degraded by my hungover mouth. Finally I came to the dregs of the tube and up ended it, letting the pieces slide into my mouth. After a few seconds of chewing there was suddenly the most awful, grinding, grating, tearing sound/sensation in my mouth. The pain and blood arrived a few seconds later.
And I remembered. I'd broken a glass the night before. Accidentally or in a fit of drink induced fuck-it-all blase, I don't know. But during the drunken clean up (which was not a great success, I've been finding shards for weeks now) I had decided to put one fairly largish piece of glass into the pringles tube. A joke for my boring, sensible, sober self.
And just what the fuck is up with that?
), but it will whip you into the best shape of your life, as opposed to all of the physical negatives that alcohol puts one through. Have you ever thought about this?