I can’t even keep track of what fucking day it is anymore.
I put in 68 hours last week, and will have fifty four this week after tomorrow.
This is the first day off I have had in two fucking weeks, I pulled another 12 hour shift last night and didn’t get off until 2:30 this morning and the fuckers tried to call me in AGAIN at 10:30 this morning!
Lucky for me I was dead to the world asleep and didn’t hear the phone.
Of course, day off is relative, I still have a ton of shit to do around here that has been piling up.
There is one other bit of news I have been keeping to myself here lately.
I didn’t want to say anything and jinx it until I had some history behind me.
I will have been sober for thirty days tomorrow.
There are a couple of beers in the fridge, one of which has been persistently wailing my name like a Banshee after I get home from these God awful hours but I have successfully ignored it’s pathetic bleatings to date.
I was pretty much out of control, again, downing a half gallon of straight whiskey with beer chasers every two and a half days and it was seriously affecting my marriage in a not so good way.
Been there, done that, I decided to pull my head out of my ass for once and take a serious look at what was and wasn’t important to me and the fucking booze lost that battle in a big way.
So far so good.
It is going to take a long time for my body to heal up after all that abuse but as for now it is one day at a time.
I have noticed one strange side effect though.
I have been craving chocolate like a motherfucker and eating candy bars like crazy.
I normally do not eat many sweets so that is something that stands out.
Oh well, it’s not like I am worried about gaining weight.
I’m so skinny I have to hold on to something when the wind blows hard.
Anyways, thanks fer stopping by.