Yeah, I'm still alive and kicking. Just been having a very fucked-up week. My car decided to die at the absolute worst time, this past Monday, when I was still overdrawn from a terrible vacation and all the drinking it took to forget it.
This culminated last weekend, when I went to my company picnic and drank on an empty stomach all day. Luckily I left early, and no one saw me staggering up the hill to the parking lot. I don't remember getting home. All I know is that I woke up 24 hours later on my own floor.
The car was parked safely outside, no blood or hair on the front bumper. The cops never came looking for me. But when I went to start it on Monday morning? Click. I put a new battery in it, thinking maybe I left the lights on? Click. Will not start.
The universe has told me, "No." I have been Ubering to work all week... next week it is the bus, until I can afford to fix whatever is wrong with that car.
But I haven't had a drink all week. I know a warning when I see it.
Most wretched souls like me have to hit rock bottom before they get their shit together. I came THIS close to rock bottom. I am grateful for a second chance with no consequences, and no harm done to anyone but myself.
