joviallush

On a sad note I am continuing my downward spiral into drunken oblivion. I was drinking with a friend who abruptly left me, so I did what I do best; I continued to drink alone. I broke a cardinal rule though and didn't eat before I started drinking. I hate it when I get halfway through a good drunk only to realize I'm hungry. No but I probably would have felt better if I did. I woke up around 4 in the morning feeling like someone slugged me in the stomach with a baseball bat.

On an even wose note there are no job calls to speak of on Monday so I will be off yet another day. My poor liver may not make it through this dry spell.

If you have made it through all this (both of you) I bring you the happy ending I got a phone call this morning from a friend in New York that I haven't heard from in 3 years. The last I talked to him he was looking at doing some time in the pokey. He thought about 6 months; wrong. He served 3 years and was just released last month. We must have talked on the phone for 2 hours but it was great to catch up. He is on probation and can't leave New York and I'm broke and stuck in Vegas so I doubt we will see eachother soon but at least now we can chat on the phone. I wasn't even sure where he was going to be locked up (neither was he) so I lost contact with him.

This journal is actually good therapy. So much better than AA. If you go there they want you tell complete strangers how bad your life sucks and then stay sober. Does this seem completely stupid to anyone but me? Writing all of this shit down gets it out of my system it's a great release. Since I'm not a hot chick I'm sure the most people that ever take the time to read this garbage is maybe one or two a day. So I let all of this out no one really knows about it and I go get another beer. If I kept all this inside that would be at least 1 or 2 more beers so I figure this thing is saving my liver a little each day.

JL