𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh–

KAY!

When I think about quitting drinking for good it's often after normal/fun nights when I've––can you even believe it!––without knowing it, had a few too many, and in turn, have left myself with a not-normal brain for 24-48 hours which leads to bad decision-making and sloth, which can then carry over for upwards of 3-3,000 days.

So what I'm trying to say is that it's Sunday afternoon/early evening and I'm here to repent (yet again). Tomorrow is Monday and it's supposed to rain. But I ain't gonna let it rain on my parade. Sorry for all the boring #$ Posts all in a row like that; I'm spending too money. And that's a whole different story but I'll be damned if it's not all related. Life is a series of tubes lined with a slime and the slime can stick and the slime can help you glide. You get to pick the slime: GO.