haven't bought any beer since sunday. however, i somehow have to get all the empty bottles (more than 200) out of here without the security guard noticing. this is tricky because i don't own a car, and i live on the 12th floor.
so i've been carrying out just 2 shopping bags at a time. i'm trying to remain positive, but just looking at all those bottles is a totally scary sight. i honestly don't know how i failed to drink myself to death.
i did have a serious fall last tuesday. ended up slamming my head against the bedroom door. all this blood suddenly dripping down my forehead (some of it got on the new carpet before i could grab some paper towels to soak up all the blood).
i was very afraid. i thought i was dying. alone.
that was the moment i finally figured out i had to stop drinking. now i have to deal with the aftermath. i'm keeping my fingers crossed. i've been very lucky so far. i just hope my luck does not run out.
made it to the library. found a really cool dvd (rope). it's the only hitchcock movie i haven't seen before. also picked up augusten burroughs' memoir about his own battle with booze (dry).
not too shabby. i had a really good day.
