Day 3, South of Heaven

I find myself scrambling through my CDs last night, frantically tossing discs left and right. Ok, maybe it wasn't frantic nor was I tossing discs, but I was searching for something. This always seems to happen. I really have a song I want to crank up but cannot find it.

In this case, I needed to hear Slayer. I had to hear South of Heaven. I could have swore this CD was staring at me from the bookcase for the last week, begging to be played. Yet, when I tried to find it, it was not there. So after cussing a bit, I figured it must be in my car. Being that it was cold outside and I didn't want to get dressed to find the damn disc, I went to my online jukebox. I was quite disappointed it wasn't there. I then was forced to the net to listen.

Got my fix and was happy. Of course, it would have been a nicer fix to have a drink.

I think I am beginning to understand how my brain is wired. When I got home, the major thought running through my head was whisky sour. Why do I punish myself so?

I know two days ago I said that this is the last year I will observe Lent. I may change my mind. I totally went down the wrong path this year. Instead of giving up alcohol, I should have given up sobriety. Damn, what is wrong with me!?!?!?

So now I have to figure out what I am going to do with my weekend. The plan is to avoid bars at all costs. Too early to fight the temptation. I guess there will be quite a bit of poker played even though I am getting my ass handed to me lately. Maybe I should finally watch those movies from Netflix that have been laying around.

Then again, I could have bigger problems. If I think I am in hell, I feel sorry for Erik.