Last night was pretty rough. My wife worked late and usually that is an easy call for getting extra drunk for me. I managed to avoid the drink and was pretty proud of myself! When she DID come home, she was pretty worn out and wanted some wine. I don't know that I've ever poured her a glass without pouring one for myself, but somehow I did it. It was really hard being so close to it, smelling it, almost like I could taste it. I knew I couldn't take it much longer so I had to go to bed. She asked if something was wrong, I just told her I was really tired (and I was). I always thought of alcohol as a downer, but it feels like it gives me energy, at least compared to how I feel now without it. I fell right asleep, but this time the dreams weren't so good. Not horrible, but certainly no comfort. In the end, I avoided the temptation and woke up to a new day. Yay me!