made a call today, an old friend who i'd heard had gotten sober a couple years ago. earlier, i'd woken up in rough shape - strange apartment, little memory, and a bit of a shake settling in as the vapors rose. a couple days ago, feeling at the end of my rope, i had a drink that became 2 drinks, then a bottle, half a dozen more rounds at an old haunt, and then any and everything i could get my hands on for the following 48 hours. this morning, fighting the urge to sneak a drink on the train ride home, i thought about aa, and i thought that now might be the time to really give it a try. my old friend met me midday and we found a meeting. this is a start, perhaps.