A Sober Vacation Day

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First things first y’all! Today is Monday September 10, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty-three days or rather yet, eighty-four days in total and as always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT! No anxiety, no depression, no hangover, no regrets… I mean nothing!

On another sober weekend note! I have to say, that since the weekends are what I call my weak ends, because I only binge drink on weekends, today I have to mention, that I have been sober for thirteen weekends in a row. WOO-HOO! I have to admit that it hasn’t been easy, but one thing for sure is, that as time went by, it did get easier for me. I really don’t miss all the bullshit that comes after a weak end of binge drinking… like for example, the upset stomach, nausea, vomiting, headache, anxiety, depression and regrets. As a matter of fact, I decided to take today, my first no hangover vacation day in a long ass time. I’m just going to run a couple of errands with my wife and then hopefully, I will be chilling like a villain at home.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter goes down.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Feeling Down

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Even though I work from Monday through Friday and I get up at around 4:00 am to get ready to head on out to the salt mines (work). There are days that I just don’t want to have any type of human interaction. I feel like throwing my hand up in the air and just saying… FUCK IT! But the reality of it all is, that life doesn’t work like that. Plus if I don’t show up for work, I won’t get paid and if I don’t get paid, then the bills won’t get paid.

To be honest with my loyal 1.5 readers, for the past couple of days, I can honestly say that I have been feeling like shit. Yes, yes, yes! Rather than using the “D word”, I used shit. What’s the D word you asked? Depression! Instead of saying that I am depressed, I like to say that I feel down or that I feel like shit. The thing is, that I felt it coming on Tuesday morning when I was in the train, on my way to the salt mines. As usual, I can’t explain why the fuck I feel like this, since I take my anti depression crazy med every day. But for some weird and unexplained reason, this shit keeps happening to me every once in a while. I guess I’ll just have to ride it out. Fingers crossed.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!