Those are my "Happy New Year!"
fireworks, in case you're not quite
sure about what's going on over there.
In some sort of bizzare twist of thought, I'm feeling reflective in regards to the next year -like I've already lived it. Perhaps I can take this to mean that I've a leg up on everyone else? That my psychic abilities have been honed to the point where I will be able to flawlessly identify a terrible idea and make much better decisions for myself.
On that note, I quit drinking on Christmas. Well, that was the last day. I had been talking about slowing down/stopping after the holidays -"As your New Year's Resolution?" you may ask, but that just sounds too tacky for me (but, really, yes... that's what it comes down to).
I woke up on the 26th and, while not my worse hangover ever, I was not pleased with myself. I decided then that there is absolutely no reason to dely the inevitable, unless I was trying to fool myself all along. I rolled over and told Brandy that I was done drinking. She carressed my jawline and gave me a kiss. "Me, too, love. I think that's a wonderful idea."
So, the Missus and I will be spending New Year's with her nephew, watching movies and having a pizza party.
I know that it's a bit premature to post on the success rate of this plan, but I gotta say that I am feeling much better already. My wallet is not crying out in pain, my liver has decided that maybe it doesn't need to burst from my body and call protective services after all, and I've been eating *much* better -tofu/veggie stir-fry with bean thread noodles last night, made a big pot of 15-bean soup on Sunday... when it probably would have been something quick like pizza or pubfare from whatever bar we were at.
Plus, the amount of money that I'm going to save will get me to Europe much sooner than if I was still being a lush.
Plus -it really is time to grow up.
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