Sobriety is a cake walk compared to my mental health battles. And sobriety has been very fucking difficult. But I’ve kept to it. Passing up a trip with family to New Orleans because what the fuck am I going to do in New Orleans if I’m not drinking, and I don’t want to be around anyone else who is drinking non-stop for a long weekend. I love New Orleans and haven’t been in a while, but I couldn’t even enjoy the very tasty and unhealthy food because I’ve been eating healthy and trying to get in shape and just get my shit together in general, so right now the Crescent City doesn’t offer me a lot incentives to visit. Besides New Orleans is also a place that my ex and I each shared a deep affinity for before we ever met. We talked about going together, but never did. Just another fucking can or worms I don’t want to open.
My driver’s license expires on my birthday this Friday. Went to the DMV today to get it renewed so I could take a new picture taken. The new pic is not great, but it is light years better than the bloated pedophile look gracing my ID the last six years.
No birthday plans for this weekend. Because A) I don’t want to do anything, B) nobody has asked me to do anything, and C) that $28 remaining in my checking account needs to get turned into $32 by the end of the month so I can renew my P.O. Box.
My driver’s license expires on my birthday this Friday. Went to the DMV today to get it renewed so I could take a new picture taken. The new pic is not great, but it is light years better than the bloated pedophile look gracing my ID the last six years.
No birthday plans for this weekend. Because A) I don’t want to do anything, B) nobody has asked me to do anything, and C) that $28 remaining in my checking account needs to get turned into $32 by the end of the month so I can renew my P.O. Box.
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