Originally Posted by
immri I didn't think my alcoholism was progressing, I actually thought i was being quite clever
Indeed. Clever is the word I would use. In my sick thinking I was solving a problem in a clever manner. Somehow it never occurred to me that I was solving the
wrong problem.
That was then, this is now. I am pedaling my sober bike this weekend with the sun in my face. Beautiful visual, Lord Weasel.
My right arm is quite sore today from working my 4-stroke weed whip yesterday. (There's a ribald pun in that sentence, but we'll leave that be for now
)
This is a bad omen as I was using it just 20 hours ago and peak soreness usually takes about 40 hours to set in. O Motrin, where art thou?