pacing around the house trying not to go to store to buy more booze. Part of me is like it could be my "last hoorah" before sobriety. The other part of me is like, "I'm better than this shit. Just sit down and think about something else". I do the majority of my drinking at home alone. My husband is at the Bristol race, and I try to say that I'm just bored. I already screwed up and drank a bottle of wine earlier today, passed out and am "bored" again. Pacing pacing pacing. Why does it have to consume my thoughts like this?I feel like an idiot that I can't just sit here and watch some tv like everyone else.
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