Incognito

I haven't told anyone that I've quit drinking. It's not so that I can back-slide with impunity, I think I'm having some "me" time to sort out my feelings. Most days I'm somewhere in the 5 stages of grief. Anger, Denial (well, not that so much), Boredom, Clock Watching and Grudging Acceptance.

I'm pretty pissed off that there isn't a magic pill for this but if they solve our energy problems, I want this to be next on the list. You know - five dollar solar cells the size of an I-pod - check. Take the addictive out of alcohol- check. While they are at it - make cigarettes healthy.

Can't really deny there is a problem.

Drinking was my reward for surviving another day in the uncertain middle-class. It was something to do, now I'm pretty bored once my life in the cube farm is done. Watching Keyboard Cat on You Tube is getting old.

I keep thinking that when I wake up the next day, I will have some new insight. A heavenly light will appear above my head and Bam! I have the zen of Mother Theresa.

I'm always hovering around grudging acceptance but until I move into the house next door of I'm Happy and I Know it, I'll keep my grudge.