Currently playing is Knock three times. It was one of my mother's favorite songs.
First, we have the latest kitty pictures. We can't have too many kitty pictures!
Kinda boring weekend. I was supposed to go to the monthly breakfast with a few of the guys in my graduating class of '74. My heart wasn't in it. Too depressed, I guess. Even with my meds that usually help me to sleep I still had trouble sleeping. I didn't get to sleep until 3 a.m. and the breakfast meeting was at 8 a.m. So I slept in late.
Bernardette is out of town for a few days. I think she went to Sturgis, South Dakota. If you scroll down on the website it seems to be a haven for motorcycle enthuasists. It's interesting because Bernardette doesn't own a motorcycle and to my knowledge has never been on one. She's going with some friends who probably are motorcycle enthuasitists. I wish her a good time. I wish I were going. Anyplace that'll get me out of the olld folks home. Sometimes I go for days at a time without seeing anyone. Sometimes for 2 or 3 days I never even leave my apartment except to take the trash down to the chute.
The above cariacature is really of me when I had blonde hair. HAHAHA
It's been 2 weeks since Ive had a drink. I realize that it's not a real long time of living the sober life but it's a start. Drinking until I pass out and waking up the next morning and not remembering the night before isn't fun. Not to mention waking up the next morning sick to my stomache and throwing up isn't fun.
I've been drinking heavily since the mid 80's. I've been lucky up to now. I figure if I continue on this road of self-destruction my luck is going to eventually run out. Alcohol is going to eventually take its' toll on my health. Like Bernardette said to me one day at Burger King she said that each day I drink I shorten my life. And she's right. That's why I can't continue to do what I've been doing.
My t-cell count was 390 which is good. Then last month it dropped to 250 which is still ok but not terrific. I'm not saying that drinking had anything to do with the drop but it certainly can't be helping. So I'm committied to not drinking. For good this time. I know, I know. You've heard all of this before but I'm committed this time.
You remember my scuzball cousin? The one who tried to have me committed 2 years ago? The one who tried to cheat my mother out of a fair amount for the condo by offering to "take it off her hands"? the one who I eventually forgave the day of the funeral but I still don't want anything to do with him again? Well, he called the other day.
He said if I ever get tempted to drink call him anytime of the day or night. YEAH, RIGHT! LIKE THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!. I may have forgiven me but I didn't forget what he tried to do to my mother and me 2 years ago. My cousin is deslusional. He think we're best buddies and like everything that transpired between us and him has been forgotten. I think it's best to keep my distance from him. Even tho technically he's the last family I have I still don't want anything to do with him.
