I am at home for the majority of today because our water heater has broken. I’m having a major remember when moment as I wait for the technician to show up to do his thing. I would have used this opportunity to stock up on booze and got good and wrecked for the afternoon. I probably would have called the taxi company by now to stock up on my second bottle. I recall many times standing out front of my house waiting for the taxi to show up with my brown bag full of hooch that I would take down to the basement to slowly drink myself into oblivion. I would often pace the house impatiently waiting for that delivery, then pace between the main floor of the house and the front porch. My word I can’t believe the insanity of that behaviour. And yet, I didn’t believe that I really had a problem.
I used to love days like this, where I could be away from the office and drinking unhindered, but now I feel so unproductive. I don’t know what to do with myself. I am trying to watch tv like normal rational people do. It’s weird.
