I should have known better. I should have told myself, "No. Who cares if it's New Year's Eve? Things are different now, you cannot drink, you cannot do pills, you cannot get fucked up in any way shape or form." And I did tell myself that, but I didn't listen.
Of course I did the proverbial "Just one." I thought, hey, I'll just have one. It's New Year's Eve, you know? But one led to another, and another, and another, and another, until I blacked out, threw up all over the floor and my desk, but not before I made a complete idiot out of myself and drunk-dialed a couple of people. And took pills again.
But it doesn't stop there. Every night since then I've drank
I'm more disappointed in myself than anything. I'd NEVER drank so much, so quickly, that it made me vomit that much, and I'd never drunk-dialed anyone. How crazy could I be? How weak could I be?
I guess old habits die hard, and I'm back at square one.