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SeekingPeace01 · 11-06-2009, 02:56 AM

I just got home from work, and I'm trying to keep myself from rushing to the grocery store for alcohol. It's the end of Day 3, beginning of Day 4. Hour #82-ish??

Getting off work is always the worst. I don't work again until 8 tonight. Rushed home to get on here. This is the first urge I've experienced since I took that last drink. I felt like vomiting all night. Have no idea why. And for some reason the toes on both feet have been going numb since about 5 . . . The thought of drinking makes me want to vomit, though, as well. I'm not a fidgeter, and I'm restless and tapping my foot.

20 more minutes. 15 actually because I wouldn't make it to the store in time to buy alcohol if I left in 14 minutes. Really wonder why I've wanted to throw up all night. I don't think I'm detoxing. If I was, wouldn't it have been a couple days ago?? Maybe I just drank too much coffee today. Made my stomach acidic.

12 more minutes. So ummmmmmm . . .

Once upon a time, there was this little spider that lived in a tree in the woods. It was a tall magical tree, and the only one of its kind amidst the miles of trees that surrounded it.

The little spider's name was Chip. Now, one would think a spider named Chip would be an uptight, pretentious little spider, one that should live in a tree in a Harvard fraternity yard or something, but no . . . Chip was just a normal little wood spider that happened to live in a magical tree. Way better than any tree you'd find at some Ivy League school. I bet he was much smarter than any of those fraternity spiders as well.

9 more minutes.

So, one day, Chip's best friend, Matilda, an enchanted yet antisocial fairy came a knockin' on his door. Well, it wasn't actually a door, it was more of a giant leaf shading his web from the bright sunshine . . . anyway . . . Matilda, who has a gentle touch, tapped lightly upon the leaf asking Chip to come out and play.

7 minutes.

Chip and Matilda had known each other for many, many years (dude, how long do spider's live? doesn't matter, this is a fairytale spider the yearning alcoholic says), and though they differed greatly in size, as fairies in this forest grew tall as giants, they loved to explore the woods together all day long.

holy crap. 4 MINUTES!!

So, that one day, when she tapped . . .

Oh god, who cares.

2 more minutes.

1 more minute.

Excellent.

Love you guys. As she lights a victory cigarette.

I shall be sober another day.

.........................sigh..................... .....

11-06-2009, 02:56 AM	#1 (permalink)
SeekingPeace01 Member Join Date: Nov 2009 Posts: 38	24 more minutes I just got home from work, and I'm trying to keep myself from rushing to the grocery store for alcohol. It's the end of Day 3, beginning of Day 4. Hour #82-ish?? Getting off work is always the worst. I don't work again until 8 tonight. Rushed home to get on here. This is the first urge I've experienced since I took that last drink. I felt like vomiting all night. Have no idea why. And for some reason the toes on both feet have been going numb since about 5 . . . The thought of drinking makes me want to vomit, though, as well. I'm not a fidgeter, and I'm restless and tapping my foot. 20 more minutes. 15 actually because I wouldn't make it to the store in time to buy alcohol if I left in 14 minutes. Really wonder why I've wanted to throw up all night. I don't think I'm detoxing. If I was, wouldn't it have been a couple days ago?? Maybe I just drank too much coffee today. Made my stomach acidic. 12 more minutes. So ummmmmmm . . . Once upon a time, there was this little spider that lived in a tree in the woods. It was a tall magical tree, and the only one of its kind amidst the miles of trees that surrounded it. The little spider's name was Chip. Now, one would think a spider named Chip would be an uptight, pretentious little spider, one that should live in a tree in a Harvard fraternity yard or something, but no . . . Chip was just a normal little wood spider that happened to live in a magical tree. Way better than any tree you'd find at some Ivy League school. I bet he was much smarter than any of those fraternity spiders as well. 9 more minutes. So, one day, Chip's best friend, Matilda, an enchanted yet antisocial fairy came a knockin' on his door. Well, it wasn't actually a door, it was more of a giant leaf shading his web from the bright sunshine . . . anyway . . . Matilda, who has a gentle touch, tapped lightly upon the leaf asking Chip to come out and play. 7 minutes. Chip and Matilda had known each other for many, many years (dude, how long do spider's live? doesn't matter, this is a fairytale spider the yearning alcoholic says), and though they differed greatly in size, as fairies in this forest grew tall as giants, they loved to explore the woods together all day long. holy crap. 4 MINUTES!! So, that one day, when she tapped . . . Oh god, who cares. 2 more minutes. 1 more minute. Excellent. Love you guys. As she lights a victory cigarette. I shall be sober another day. .........................sigh..................... .....