Waking up today in a funk, from a drinking dream.
In it, I'm housesitting for my mom. My buddy Tim is there, and so, oddly, is my dad, though they're still divorced. It's approaching Valentine's Day, and my dad is in the living room drinking and wrapping presents, so Tim and I go in there to talk with him, and we start drinking -- me knowing that I'm breaking my sobriety. And then it dawns on me that I cannot call my girlfriend (in my dream we're still together, it felt like) because I'm drunk ... can't call her on Valentine's Day, what a row my drinking will be causing now.
What a sh***y way to wake up. I can't even text her about it (even though we're on friendly terms), as it would seem like I'm "pressuring" her. What my drinking has cost me ...