Well, it's been one week since my
decision to
stop drinking (see the
Independence Day declaration here) and ...
I'm doing fine! I won't say I don't feel like a
drink, but the urge to run out and get a pint of
Absolut is getting less and less. I no longer feel like my
skin doesn't fit, like my
skeleton is rattling around in my body. I don't have the nervous
itch I had in the first few days. I've even stopped yelling at my colleagues for no discernible reason.
It's hard not to be just a little bit proud of myself.
Now, here comes the real test ... Tomorrow I am leaving on a trip to California and (cue dramatic music) Las Vegas. Well, in truth it's only a 2 day stop-over in Vegas. The main purpose of the trip is to meet my girlfriend's friends and *gulp* parents in San Diego.
No... The real main purpose of the trip is to get away from Manhattan, to go find a beach, and some sun without this miserable humidity, and to relax. I just started reading "The Deed of Paksenarrion" by Elizabeth Moon which should make for nice, relaxing beach reading. This is my last node before my trip - a long report will follow next weekend.