Coming up on 48 hours...
Last drink was around 3am on Thursday. Woke up Thursday morning in some girls bed and had to walk home 2 miles with no shoes on because at some point in the prior evening I thought it'd be a good idea to throw my shoes onto the roof of a building. So that morning I decided to quit telling myself I'd quit next week, and decided to quit that day.
I made it to 4 months at the beginning of 2012, only to cave in during one of the glorified drinking holidays all us Americans all seem to enjoy far too much.
So here I am again, Friday night and my phone is going off constantly with people wondering where I'm at. hopefully I can survive the weekend. Can already feel those demons trying to pull me out of bed and onto that bar stool.