Another Hangover? Seriously?!

I gotta stop drinking so damn much! I'm getting real tired of these hangovers. And I hate how hangovers effect me as I get older. You see, kiddies, when you're young, a hangover is just a really bad headache and maybe some pukers. But when you get old like me, they become much more insidious. I don't sleep well, so I'm dragging ass all the next day. My head hurts, so that's the same as you youngsters. But I'm also a complete fucking idiot. I can't process things to save my life. Simple conversations, simple directions, basically anything and everything becomes that much harder. I walk around in a complete fog all day long. It sucks. And if I got especially drunk the night before, then my equilibrium is off and I'm constantly dizzy.

Yeah, so I gotta lay off the sauce. I know I'm an alcoholic. I've known for a while now. But I also know that the scare tactics that are in place make it seem like all alcoholics are the same and all alcoholics fall-down drunks. This is not the case. Its a personal, one-on-one relationship. Its easy, really. Who's in control, you or alcohol? Its not this "how many nights do you drink? How many drinks do you have?" bullshit. That's all a bunch of scare tactic bullshit. Like I said, its one-on-one. And as far as I'm concerned, when I drink, alcohol is pretty much in charge. So I watch myself. I've tried to cut out shots entirely. Bad things happen when shots are involved. And I try not to drink every single night. You know, keep things in check. Because I really don't want to go back to the meetings. And I really don't want to quit drinking again.

So yeah, I need to lay off the sauce a tad. You know, just give the ole body a break for a bit. Because I'll tell ya, the ole body is starting to get a little pissed.......

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"It is not advisable to venture unsolicited opinions. You should spare yourself the embarrassing discovery of their exact value to your listener."

What's Your Point, Walter?

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