Still sober. And bored. I was afraid of this. I’m tempted to drink now more than ever. And it’s not because I’m craving a buzz, it’s because I have nothing better to do. Boredom is my Achilles heal. It drives me to drink more than stress or peer pressure. What’s worse is that it’s Friday. I could head down to the local watering hole, grab a few shots, and reconnect with old drinking buddies. Yeah, this is a tough night. Shit.
Oh well, I knew there would be days like this. I’ll figure something out. Hopefully day 34 won’t turn into a new day 1. Wish me luck.