Tuesday, May 15, 2012
So last night after I posted how tired I was, I went to the kitchen and saw a bottle of wine in the fridge that only had one glass in it. In my exhausted stupor, I decided that I should just finish that so it was out of the fridge and wasn't bugging me all week. I continued on and had 3 more beers - secretly, quickly, without thinking. I called a friend and talked to her for an hour probably to distract myself from what I was doing. Whoa - I am a little scared this morning that that even happened. As for your comment on my last post, Kary May, last night it was definitely about wanting more, which frankly is extremely concerning to me.