Well, it's been one rough weekend.

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Friday night wasn't too bad. I kept thinking about drinking but ended up hopping in bed and watched a comedy while having a bowl of ice cream. All yesterday afternoon, I kept anticipating a lousy night. It was a pleasant evening eating dinner in front of the fire, but I kept thinking about how nice it would be to have a few glasses of wine. I finally gave up and went to bed at 9:00. It wasn't so much feeling sorry for myself, just that if I was sleeping, I wouldn't have to think about drinking. In a lot of ways, I really look forward to Mondays.

I've been sober for about a year and a half. And it is getting better. But I have these occasional shitty weekends. And not being able to go out to a movie or hear live music, certainly doesn't help.

Thanks for listening!