Day 6
When I crawled into the bottle I let everything slide, even the little things like shaving regularly, trimming toenails, or maintaining a proper inventory of Funyuns. Today, my Day 6, I vow to attend to those little things. I shall begin by burying dead soldiers.
My house looks like there was a shootout at Whiskey Gulch, empty bottles, dead soldiers, everywhere. I need to dispose of the bodies.
I considered using one of my hallways as a bowling alley and setting the empty booze bottles up as bowling pins. But the alley wouldn't have a gutter, and every alcoholic needs a gutter.
You see, prior to SR I was drinking about a fifth-and-a-half a day. That adds up to lotsa bottles. And I wouldn't throw the bottles away. It’s not like I treasured them. I just didn't want to put them out in curbside recycling for everyone to see. Still don’t. So, for this one day, I’m going to show utter disregard for the environment and just pitch the darn things in the garbage.
So there.
This will be the first of many items on my “Little Things” agenda.
Tomorrow I’ll vacuum the cat.