Giant Stocking With My Name on It

I went, I kept my head up, and I conquered. I think. Maybe. Yeah. Conquered. Except that I drank too much, again. Shouldn't have done that.

I didn't actually conquer anything. I made progress towards conquering. But, conquer implies that there's an end... I don't think I'll conquer anything, really, truly, until I'm dead. And then it's up to God what happens to me.

I am making better choices these days. More instinctive than anything else. No, I can't go out drinking right away, I have to go to the gym first. I want to look and feel good, right? Then I can stop in for two drinks... three drinks... four drinks. Crap.

I'll nibble some fries that weren't offered to me and then I'll go home and make myself a grilled cheese sandwich on whole wheat. Mmm... mmm... tomato soup with it would have been good too.

Last night was fun. Hope more nights like that are on the way.