The bad news is that I didn't "fall" off the wagon this weekend -- I leapt off of it. The good news, I suppose, is that as experiments go, this one was such a resounding failure that I won't be repeating it anytime soon.
I ended up sleeping through the whole of Saturday, and anything that causes me to lose an off day is not welcome in my life, thank you very much.
I can't believe that I used to function in this state. Can't believe that feeling like this used to be normal for me. Even now, I'm barely able to think and function.
If I had rose-colored memories of the alcoholic experience, this was enough to put them to rest. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. How did I ever think that this was a good idea?
-- Freder.
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