I finally decided after spending what I estimate was my entire state return on alcohol (in one week) that I have a problem that I need to face. It's odd to call myself an alcoholic when I haven't done all the fun things like wake up in the gutter, get my license revoked for too many DUI's, came into work drunk, etc., but then I realized that it was better to stop before these things start happening.
Notes from the first 48 hours: A 12 pack of fantastic tasting soda costs the same as a 6 pack of horrible tasting beer.
June 7th: It's a magnet in my brain, a constant weak force trying to get me to drink. It flares and subsides, but never goes away.
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