Thanks, Non. Yep, that's pretty much what the voice told me yesterday.
Betterway, in a town of a few hundred people, social activities are somewhat limited: you either go to the bar or you go to someone's house (where everyone will be drinking and smoking and god knows what else). They were high school friends, they go there most nights, and last night I was sick of just hanging out with my parents and hating myself for not making progress on a very overdue book project, so I got a pretty serious case of the f**k-its and headed out pretty much knowing I was going to drink, but figured "just a pint or two." Which was, in fact, all I had, but the beast was unleashed and my brain and body were in the cage instead, and that's when $6 chardonnay seemed like just the ticket.