It has been two years and 262 days since my last drink. Recently I almost fucked my streak, so maybe moving into the hotel isn't changing me. Maybe the Becoming had already taken me over by that point.
Because a week before I left home for the last time, I decided when I woke up that I was going to drink that day. I was going to visit Gramps and Grandma (and my great-grandma, but I never met her in life, so I don't know her all that well) on that Thursday. Longtime readers know I take an airplane bottle of Jim Beam for Gramps, as that was his favorite drink. When I was still boozing it up, I brought an airplane bottle for me, too.
Except this time I was so frazzled by my entire life being upended that I thought, why not get one for myself this time? The idea blossomed from there when I realized that if I had that drink, I might as well get drunk, so I'd better get a fifth of Wild Turkey 101 for good measure. I smiled, knowing that I would finally find peace again.
I got out of bed, and I almost hummed thinking about the booze I was going to get that day. I'd been going insane getting my things ready for Public Storage, at least the stuff I couldn't bring with me to the hotel. And then I opened the shutters in my room, surprised to see that it had snowed overnight.
Fuck. I can't visit Gramps and Grandma in the snow. So much for that idea.
The only reason I didn't drink that day was because it snowed. Only then did I realize what I'd decided to do, and about then I knew that I had to recognize the fact that I was going crazy, or something like that could very well happen again. I had to be wary. The addiction often speaks sensibly, which makes it easy for you to say fuck it. Let's get hammered.
I fought it off that day, but booze constantly assails me at the hotel. Do you think I like going downstairs and outside to smoke some weed? Do you know what would be easier? Get a bottle, fill a glass and relax. No journeys or hassles needed. And what the hell? I got my usual sickness without the booze, anyway. It's not like it's going to make me ill like that again.
I know that if I spend enough time in this hotel room, I'm going to drink again. I'm a little surprised I haven't yet. Whenever I stayed in a hotel room in the past, it was because I intended to be so drunk I couldn't drive home. I feel like I should have a drink within arms' reach at all times. That's what worked for me in the past.
The plan is to be here a month (and to enjoy my short commute to work while I have the chance). I think I can hold out that long. But if I'm here longer, that could become a problem. But I do have a couple of prospects right now. I just need one of them to work out, and I'll be certain that I won't drink.
Reasonably certain. I am, after all, still an addict.
Wish me luck.
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