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Today is seven days without alcohol for me. May not seem like that big a deal for you but For a guy that's used to drinking a twelve pack per weekday and between three six packs and a case per day on the weekends, it's a big deal. (Did I mention I drink 16 ouncers? Yeah ... I'm surprised I'm not dead either.) I haven't been alcohol free for ... shit, I can't remember the last day I spent without a drink. Yeah, it was getting bad ya'll. I'm used to waking up with a buzz, starting the hangover in mid-morning and suffering through the rest of the day until I got that first beer in me on the way home. That took the edge off until I could get to the house and start the cycle all over again.
I'm thinking clearer now, I have more energy and am sleeping UNBELIEVABLY well. I'm also not as big a prick as I was getting to be (although Mommy Gunn might have a different opinion on that than I do!) My emotions are really coming under control for the first time in a long time and I'm kinda digging it, no ... fuck that ... I'm digging it a lot! I have read four books in the past week and am about to finish a project for a class I'm assisting with a week before it's due. I'm still doing a lot of self-evaluation and introspective soul-searching ... evaluating myself and planning a path for the future ... I love Louisiana but I'm feeling the pull of my roots. I am a Texan and am thinking about moving back to God's country ... one day. All this shit means is that I am not spending much time online these days and am not getting around much. That should change soon. I miss you all. To those that continue to check in wanting to make sure I'm OK, I thank you and assure you, I have never been better. Have a happy Independence Day and I'll talk to you down the road. Later Gaters!