My Booze Battle

Today, I decided to stop drinking. I'm getting hammered far too often and almost always on my own. A bottle of vodka-a-night is now the norm and it's time to either stop completely or just cut right back, say ban drinking on my own. That said, I've tried to stop drinking on my own, and can't. There's never such thing as a few glasses of wine. Once opened, the bottle always gets finished. And if it's finished before closing time at my local off-licence, then I usually trot across the road to them and buy another bottle.

I suppose, the first step is to stop. So, we'll see how I fare tonight. Almost every night for the past year or so, I've debated about whether or not to buy some booze. If I've successfully managed to put off buying a drink, the debate about whether to buy any booze usually goes on as late as 10.40pm, but I always give in. And the longer I have to wait for the booze, the faster drink it. It's as if I can't get enough of it.

Another step might be AA, but the prospect of attending one of their meetings fills me with a certain amount of dread - a lot of boring fk-ups who want to share their burdens and help others find the way etc etc. Blah, blah, blah. Not sure that's for me. I don't have to move a muscle to be in the company of a boring fk-up. One is enough for me thanks very much. Besides, instead of lying to my friends and family, it's a room full of them that I need to be addressing when it comes to the "Hi, my name is S, and I'm an alcoholic".

But I can't.