Have been spending my nights drinking wine and watching the football games from 9pm until I fall asleep.
Not being at all conscious or attentive to my drinking problem. So I deserve to feel like shit - and I surely do... and tired during the day.
My wife is almost 'enablingly' understanding of my patheticness, but just taking a pic and leaving it to me to discern is another gentle(?) reminder that this drinking caper has to end.
Hope is just bullshit without firm commitments.
I hate the photographic reminders of the night before...
ReplyDeleteAt least she didn't draw on you which is what would happen in my student house