eveval

I just realized that I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, with my back leaning against some pillows, computer on my lap, with a giant bottle either firmly clasped in my left hand or resting in the nook of my arm as I type. That bottle used to always be booze. This time it's mineral water.

I am still enacting a nightly ritual to the tee, just with fizzy water instead of the booze. It's funny how I still find the physical presence of the bottle comforting even though it's not filled with what my addiction craves.

You think I would grow up and get a glass with some ice, but for now I like that fizzy mineral water bottle right where it is.