Oh, I hate Friday's these days!
The week has come to it's end and most people mark this with a drink (or 20).
I am bitter and jealous. I miss my Friday-drinks.. I miss how alcohol marked that the weekend had arrived.. I know that I am thinking about alcohol in a very favorable, romantic way right now.. That I am not thinking about the horrible consequences and how terrible it was and how ill I was.
But at the moment, all I can think about is how jealous I am and that I feel like I am left outside society because I can't drink.
