This is something that comes around once in a blue moon for me: a point where I’ve basically had enough with alcohol – the good points associated with it are eclipsed by the bad ones.

1. I’ve gotta do something about my steamrollering into looking like the, uh, big boned Scottish gentlemen played by Mike Myers (no, not Shrek – the other Scottish gent Myers has played. I’m not concerned about my skin being green. That’s fine). Cutting alcohol out is going to be a major step for that.
2. I’m sick of feeling crappy for at least a day after a big sesh
3. I haven’t got the willpower to “only have a couple”
4. I don’t like not being able to remember what I’ve said or done the night before

So, this is day 1. Well, day 2 I guess, but yesterday I was majorly hungover, so I’d argue it doesn’t really count.

Here goes (drinking) nothing!

Pat

Mood: Fed up with life, but hopeful
Song In Head: [nothing]