I had two days in a row without drinking–Monday and Tuesday–which is a real rarity for me, especially for the past two or three years. It helps that I had doctors’ appointments and errands to run both days after work, so by the time I got home the seroquel was in effect and I was ready to go to sleep.
I didn’t have night terrors these two nights, but I did wake up Monday to a drunk man screaming at a woman on the sidewalk outside my window about how he’s going to die alone and lonely because she won’t leave her husband for him even though they’re already having sex. Stay classy, Chicago.
Bursts of inspiration and motivation have been hitting me lately, but I’m unable to follow through with my whims due to a lack of money. I tried to start an e-commerce business and lost money. I watched a comprehensive bookkeeping tutorial, and at the end I learned the start-up costs were too high. I’ve thought about learning how to work the stock market, but I still have credit card debt anyway.
Some other whims I’ve had recently:
- Buy and renovate a home
- Buy and renovate a house boat
- Turn my janky stairwell into a welcoming deck space
- Actually learn how to use my fairly decent camera
- Learn latchhooking or macrame
- Blog about my experience with naltrexone and the Sinclair Method (oh hey)
Tonight I’ll probably end up drinking, but I don’t know how much. If I’m at home cooking and doing chores, I’ll probably drink a lot. If I go over to my boyfriend’s place, I’ll probably just have a few glasses of wine.
I look forward to seeing how this week plays out.