That statement alone might not be terribly impressive to most well-adjusted folks. To others, it might be scary and you might be in awe of me. I am now your hero. Or else you are pitying me. Or wondering what kind of horrible life I have that forced me to be Without Drink. The horror!

Must admit that I've had some urges. But I've been fighting them better than I expected. Not so much a Fight - but I've been busy, or have distracted myself successfully, or wasn't otherwise unhappy, so that I didn't have to dwell on the Not Being Able To Drink part. There WERE a few moments when I though Hmmmm A beer would go quite nicely with this activity. Or Goddamn I could use a glass of wine with this whine.

But, there it is. A week has passed.

Although I did flip my shit yesterday because Chris didn't help me with the dishes. I snapped. Then I tried to correct it, but didn't get the response I wanted (No response. He never sinks to my level. It's pretty annoying). Then I cried. Then I sat on the floor of the bathroom and stared at the rug and cried. Then I felt better. Hahaha.

Chris is soooo thrilled. But then again, he quit smoking the smokey. It ain't no picnic at our house, to be sure.

And I have noticed that I can stay awake nearly all night now. Yay!

Oh, and I'm having dreams! I think after I get over this hump they won't be so nightmarish - I even had a dream last night where I looked down and saw a drink in my hand that perhaps I had drunk accidentally, and I panicked. Hahaha.