Today is my birthday, and at least I can celebrate the fact I'm NOT drinking.
I can remember when I was around 10 or so, my daddy bought a set of encyclopedias (wow, spelled that right!) for us. I was looking through the books, and came across an interesting picture: It was of the ancient Mayans, a high pyramid...and as I read about them, it was mentioned that their "calendar" had the world ending in 2012. I was fascinated with that picture, and went back to it over and over; it was compelling, especially the idea of the world ending. But most of all, I couldn't imagine living to 2012, and being 61! For a little girl, the idea was....overwhelming!
And yet, here I am! And I don't think the world will end on Dec. 21st, but still I'm intrigued with the Mayans and their astronomy at that ancient time.
Now to the journal entry from August 18th:
I bought some beer on the 16th. Why? I have no idea, unless it was to test myself and see if I could drink in moderation.
Well, the answer: Yes & No.
First, I only drank a couple beers while watching TV at night...then the next night, three.
The next day...starting at 2:00 through the evening, four.
And I felt awful...physically. Also depressed by relapse and effect of beer.
No more! When I finish the last two beers still here. The physical lethargy after more than one is not worth it!