Day #357

Well, it's the end of a year and almost the end of this thing.

Fortunately, I don't really have that particular craving as the world begins to slide into 2010.

Unfortunately, I have to bear witness to wholesale idiocy when I get to work tonight.

At least I'll have the memories to keep me dry.

Day #356

Getting as many reminders of the life left behind as I have tonight, I'm a bit happier with the life I have at this time.

Of course, that currently exhibits itself as annoyance, but you know what I mean.

Day #355

Actually, the numbering system of the days seems to be working out, after all.

I could be wrong, of course, but it's close enough for me.

Day #354

It was fun getting to work today if only because it was still time for the Employee Christmas Party.

There's nothing like telling coworkers who won't listen to you to quiet down and being offered a drink as a response.

It was remarkably easy to refuse that drink.

Day #353

Still dry, so there's that.

Day #352

Funny, it's really easy to stay sober when you sleep for about 18 hours.

Of course, you need to stay awake for 38 hours before trying to sleep that much, at least in my case.

So sobriety was as easy as it could be.

Day #351

Have as Merry a Christmas as possible.

I'm having a fairly good one, myself.

Still dry, of course.

Day #350

It's really getting close to the end of this project.

Still sober up north, though, so it's been good both to and for me.

Safe travels to all, of course.

Day #349

Another annoying thing about the effects of my stroke?

The continuing annoyance of typos.

And I meant to type "Dipsomania" yesterday...

Regardless, still sober.

Day #348

On the one hand, it's interesting to have so many names for my idiocy.

On the other hand, I tend to prefer the blunter end of the language.

Fortunately, I no longer consider myself a drunk.

An alcoholic, of course, but not a drunk.

Or even a disomaniac, in this case.

Day #347

What really annoys me about my current brain is how I have to plan absolutely everything.

I can barely keep casual conversation going and it's not like I was ever very good at it in the first place.

At least I don't blame the booze in this case.

Day #346

One of the completely annoying things about my brain post-stroke is how I am unable to think "outside-the-box" at all. At least it seems that way to me.

Still sober over here, however.

Day #345

ibid

Day #344

To be honest, I'm not even sure of the numbering of the days at this point.

And I'm OK with that, frankly.

I know what I've been up to since I started this thing, in any case.

And, yes, I've been sober since then.

Day #343

I had a thought running through my mind regarding what I was going to type about this morning, but that thought has apparently escaped.

If you happen to run into it, please let me know.

Day #342

No one passed out in the rest rooms today, so that's a plus.

I'm still dry, and that's another.

Day #341

'Tis the season, as they say.

I'm sitting at work with a very vivid memory of waking up in the most peculiar places after more than a few drinking sessions.

All in all, I got pretty lucky, at least in most cases.

Unlike the local guy who is currently passed out on the men's room floor.

Him, I'm going to have to call the police for.

Like I said, memories.

Day #340

It's a cold morning.

I would have known that even if I were drinking, frankly.

Of course, I'm not and that's still a good thing.

Day #339

I find it interesting that the brain that I was thanking for a little bit of forgetfulness is still the same in a lot of ways.

It took a few days of not thinking about it, but a number was remembered this morning.

That's annoying.

Day #338

It's one thing to do something that you want to do, it's another to do it without realizing you're doing it.

Either way, it's generally a good thing.

I'll leave it at that for now.

Day #337

Another person who was in treatment when I was stopped by to say hello at work last night.

He said that he's keeping relatively clean.

I'm wondering what's entailed in keeping relatively clean.

Day #336

ibid

These things happen.

Yes, I do know that this isn't the proper setting for footnotes, but it's something...

Day #335

It's one of those days that I am simply not sure of what to say.

Therefore, I fingers don't know what to type.

I can say I am still sober, however.

I don't know what the Lama would say about that.

Day #334

I'm recalling a memory from before I got help.

At an after-hours gathering, my immediate supervisor was "disappointed" that I was leaving after two beers. I explained that I had enough and probably had more of a problem with alcohol than I realized at the time.

She continued with her attempt at peer pressure until I announced I was leaving on my way out the door.

I never did like that supervisor and now I wonder if she was just trying to get me arrested or killed on my way home.

Day #333

Theoretically, there is one month remaining with this project.

You can only imagine what fresh hell may erupt.

Or may not, in all probability.

After all, I'm better now than I was a year ago.

Day #332

Going sober with a night job makes some things easier, I think.

The random falling asleep during the weekends does make it more difficult to think about going out and such...

Day #331

If you thought I was going to forget, I apologize.

Of course, I've been traveling, so it was difficult to remember this, I admit.

Still sober.

It happens.

Day #330

For some reason, I was reminded of a line that I always enjoyed:

Maybe it's not the booze, maybe you're just an (Fill In The Blank Here!)...

Well, regardless, it's nice to have that variable out of my life today.

Have a nice day.

Day #329

I've been trying to think of something to type for six hours now and NOTHING is coming to mind.

Still dry here.

Day #328

No funny picture today - sorry.

I'm still sober, however, so there's that.

Day #327

I was amused, but I guess it's called living.

Oh, and what's a sponsor?

(Yes, I'm still dry up here and never have had a sponsor. Just the way it is, at this point.)

I'm not going to get into how the universe feels about me, at this time...