I love it that I live right by the witch store. I should convert.

December 23, 2023

It’s Christmas Eve Eve.

I’ve had a bottle of prosecco in the refrigerator for a couple of days, decided to pop it. I haven’t really been drawn much to alcohol. But I miss that feeling. I’ll probably not drink the whole bottle, like I normally would, so I probably won’t get that feeling. I’ll have that mild headache, that little bit of queasy stomach. Not worth it anymore. One thing about aging — can’t handle alcohol like I used to. Hangovers absolutely suck. Plus, I never much enjoyed drinking alone, although I’ve done plenty of that. I have always preferred alcohol in a social setting. But that’s so expensive.

Last year at this time I was dating David, and we were drinking way way too much. A lot. I was drinking a lot and he drank a lot and we were superb drinking buddies. I was drinking because of my mother. She drove me to it. Actually, not true. I’m always in control of my consumption. But it sounds so tragic, don’t you think? My mother drove me to drink. She was certainly a factor in my choice to drink…

Today is day 10 since I’ve been in the apartment. My new apartment overlooking the Banfield Pet Hospital on Wiedler in Northeast. That’s how they refer to it here, “Northeast”, “Northwest”, “Southeast”, and so on. You’d think Portland…