Alcohol And My Age

Good morning and happy Tuesday kids. I hope that you enjoy your day to the fullest, no matter what goes down. 

As for me? I’m just getting ready to start my eight hours of hard labor… OK, OK, OK, OK, I’m just fucking with you. If everything goes as schedule, which most of the times doesn’t, it should be a nice day at the salt mines. Fingers crossed. 

On a weekend note! I’m just dying to start my four-day Thanksgiving weekend tomorrow, after I leave the salt mines. But no worries kids, I’m not planning on drinking for shit. After my last weekend fucked up hangover experience, trust me I learned a big ass lesson. 

Ever since around my mid 40’s, I’ve been noticing, that even though I have been drinking the same amount of alcohol on the weekends as always, the hangovers have been kind of like lasting longer or getting worst. As a matter of fact, I thought that it was all in my head, so I did some research about it, and found out that hangovers do get worst with age, because our metabolism is slowing down, so it takes our body longer to eliminate alcohol from our blood. 

My conclusion? That I’m and old man and I have to stop the weekend drinking bullshit once and for all. I guess that instead of drinking on the weekends, I should start going to the senior center for fun.

With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!

The Stop Drinking Pill

Good morning and happy Thursday kids. I hope that you enjoy your day to the fullest and remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Don’t believe me? Just look around at the smartphone zombies… Now that is some scary shit right there.

As for me? Yesterday I had my November session with my shrink, and he was not very happy with me. OK, this is the deal. He was OK with me drinking on my 50th birthday, but he wasn’t OK with me drinking last Saturday night… even though I didn’t binge like I usually do. So, we had a long discussion, and we decided that I should go on a med, that will help me with my drinking. As a matter of fact, I had a thing happening on Saturday, so that means that I won’t be attending, because there is going to be some drinking going on, and I know myself.

With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!

A Fucked Up Hangover

Good morning and happy Monday kids. I hope that you are enjoy your day to the fullest.

As for me? I did drink on Friday night, so on Saturday, I felt like shit the entire day, from a really fucked up hangover. So, to be honest, that is that for my drinking.  I really can’t deal with the hangovers anymore. As a matter of fact, since I hit my mid 40’s, I’ve noticed that I’ve been hating the hangovers more and more. So, for my Thanksgiving weekend, I’m just chilling like a villain. No fucking drinking for me.

With that said, I’m Audi 5000 y’all!

40 Alcohol-Free Days!

OK my homies and homettes, I am happy as fuck this morning, because today is my 40th alcohol-free day. And even though I celebrated my 50th birthday this past Saturday, I didn’t have any alcohol at all. I really don’t know why, but this time around hasn’t been that hard. Maybe, just maybe, every time around gets easier for me, because I pick up a trick or two here and there.

I know that I am no expert in the subject… per say, but the only advice that I can give out is, not to go crazy thinking about what is it going to feel like, when you get to so and so many alcohol-free or clean days. Just keep it simple and take it one day at a time, in my case, since I’m a weekend binge drinker, I take it one weekend at a time.

With that said my homies and homettes, I am Audi 5000!

33 Alcohol-Free Days!

OK my homies and homettes, today is my 33rd alcohol-free day and I feel fucking great. I really don’t know if it’s because I haven’t put alcohol in my system for so long, or that I have been off my crazy meds for a couple of weeks, or it could be a combination of both, but I feel really relaxed.

As a matter of fact, even though we New Yorkers are well known for rushing everywhere, lately I’ve been taking my sweet ass time doing anything and everything. For example, on my way to the salt mines and back home, when I’m exiting the train, I move to the side, and let everybody rush out and up the stairs.

Every morning, I leave home earlier than most people do, so I don’t have to be running around like a chicken without his head, if something goes wrong with the trains. So why should I join the exodus? Thinking outside the box, there will always be a train behind the one that just left the station. So why rush? Nobody gets out of this planet alive anyway!

No Matter What!… It Is Still SHIT!

OK my homies and homettes, I can’t sit here butt naked in bed, scratching my sweaty balls, while writing this special post just for you, and lie… Because I feel fucking awesome, happy and proud of myself for being alcohol-free for 31 days. One thing that I must mention is, that for the last two weeks or so, I haven’t had any stinking thinking about drinking. I’ve been chilling like a villain. Not for nothing, but my 50th birthday is coming up next Saturday 10/19/19 (Please don’t send gifts. Unless you really want to), but right now, I am not planning shit yet. Plus, I am not planning on drinking for shit either!

On a holiday note! Today, I’m enjoying my day off from the salt mines, due to the Columbus Day holiday. But as my loyal 1.5 readers know, I don’t sugarcoat shit, because it doesn’t matter if I put sprinkles and a cherry on top of a pile of it… IT IS STILL SHIT! So, I must be honest and say, that I don’t give a flying FUCK about Columbus Day, I just enjoy the paid day off.

One Alcohol-Free Month My Bitches!

OK my homies and homettes, I am happy to announce, that today I have been alcohol-free for one month. WOO-HOO MY MADAFAKAS! And to be honest with my loyal 1.5 readers, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRREAT! Since I’m a weekend binge drinker, it is fucking awesome to be able to wake up in the morning, on the weekends, without a fucked hangover.

Plus, even though I stopped taking all my crazy meds a few weeks ago, I don’t feel anxious, depressed, down, sad or in any way… fucked up. I know that I haven’t seen my shrink in a little over a month, but that’s because I decided to work on some of my shit on my own. Then later, I will call him for an appointment.