Old Age
is a wonderful thing. No more hangovers - just exhaustion for days. And that means you're a cheap date when you start drinking the following morning/afternoon/evening (please delete as appropriate) - three pints of Guinness and a plate of sausage and mash this evening and I was begging to go to bed (and not in a sexual way). And I'll sleep well tonight...
posted by lukeski at 11:01 pm
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It is now 22 days since I didn't have a drink. Maybe my body is just giving up, or at least realigning itself. The strange thing is, though, I feel equally bad in the mornings whther I have drunk or not.
Drunkenness is temporary suicide. ~Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness
I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. ~Frank Sinatra
Lukeski, an option, if you are genuinely worried, is to set yourself some rule, like only drinking every second day. Of course one can drink too much every second day, but it's keeping an eye on things at some level. I am a classic binge-drinker, or social soak, which I worry about off and on, currently off, for some reason. (Maybe because the winter is not a time for ascetism.) Quantities seems a hopeless rule to set yourself because, once out, you're always going to ignore it, but something like only at weekends, or only with dinner, or only every other day, or never alone can really work.
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