Low down, no good...

Boy. So last night I told my friend that I started drinking again and she tore me a new asshole, perhaps not undeservedly. My argument was that drinking is just one of my problems, and really only the tip of the iceberg. Her argument was that it was not helping and I should cut out all harmful substances in my life (including, she says, refined sugar and processed food. She’s kind of a hippie). So now I don’t know. I have a bottle of scotch-whiskey, undrank (undrunk?), sitting on my kitchen table. I told my friend I was going to see a doctor about maybe starting on the pills. I don’t know. I’m tired of talking about this. I’m sure you’re tired of hearing about it.