Passed

The urge to drink has passed. Now I’m just tired and dreading tomorrow. And the next day.

Perhaps there is something to the Kindly Orthodox Jew’s low-level, long-term depression.

Regrets. I’ve had a few. Including the fact that I have a dog that I don’t particularly like. She’s difficult. It’s my fault as the owner; I know this. But I actually started to blame the dog for my unhappiness today, which is just crackers.

Listen, I know this. Typing this stuff out helps me get a handle on just how jacked up the stuff in my head is. But that’s precisely why I have to type it. My thinking is faulty.

I’m tired. I’m going to bang out 20 more minutes of work, and then I’m done. It will be here tomorrow.