I'm writing this with allergies. I'm either allergic to diet pepsi or from the dust that was on the makeshift face mask bandana that I was using (or due to the weather). Naturally I think I'm now affected. Goodbye cruel world. Tell Tom Nook to suck it I ain't paying him jack. Seriously though, this is what I want to talk about...
Sobriety. On Sunday (since 4.5.03) I will be celebrating 17 years of sobriety. It's a blessing, it's a curse, it's a lifestyle, it's a love song, it's everything and nothing, "It's my life it's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive" and it's Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora/and Max Martin. One day at a time, One time at a day. Thank you for this sober life. I am blessed and grateful.
When panic buying I did think about stocking up on alcohol. But I didn't buy it. I think it's just natural to think these things. I saw the prices and thought, "this is how much I paid for this?" How did I afford this? If you are struggling with being sober right now. You are not alone, you are never alone. Find a group and know that others are rowing along right with you.
This is what I get for not drinking soda for two weeks. Blimey. I hope you are prospering and living well...as well as you can be during an apocalypse. I love you and play this at my funeral. I love letting it shine and 'When the Saints go marching in'. Hi, Kaʻuiki.
I had a great sober birthday. Might not have another birthday so I celebrated like a queen. Living my best life, suck it.
4.5.2020. Still Here, mf-ers.
