mandragora

I've said this a million times to myself, and each time, I decrease my consumption by at least half. Stop drinking so much.

I had less than four normal glasses of wine tonight. And let's just say, my tolerance isn't even close to what it used to be. I'm now restricting myself to one glass in an evening, which, considering my recent patterns, equates to about two drinks a month.

I never really felt ashamed about drinking, but lately I have. Tonight I wasn't really drunk. I came home early, slept for a couple hours, and was fine. Most people could have probably even driven with my four drinks in three hours intake level. Every time I have any now, I feel awful, and I simply hate not having complete control over my body. I've tried shrooms, pot, and alcohol, and that's really as much, if not more than I've ever had the desire to try. None of those times felt as awful as I felt tonight. Not physically, just mentally, emotionally.

I'm starved, I haven't eaten in about 28 hours since I was busy yesterday and pretty much forgot about my hunger. Rice, here I come.