I'm A Wreck.

No, really. I'm a wreck. I have the ability to change things and yet I keep returning to the bottle. I don't have to drink. I have no problem not drinking at all. My problem is when I do drink I need to not drink myself into disaster. New goal for the year: knowing my drinking limit.

Hmmmmm. Perhaps I should've posted this after I returned from Las Vegas. Ah well, there's no time better than the present, right?

RIGHT!?

Also, Boy and I haven't really been communicating, but today he really came through for me. I have no idea how to show my appreciation, but it was nice to have somebody go entirely above & beyond reason to help me.

Now I just need to figure out how to not disappoint people. It's illogical that I become less responsible as I age.

Operation Get Right is undergoing restructuring in hopes that 1-year from this week I'll be the good person I want to be.

The good person I can be.

I have to stop disappointing myself. It makes me feel wretched.

"Help me out said the eagle to the dove
I've fallen from my nest so high above
Help me fly
I am too afraid try
Now saddled with a fear of heights
I'm praying you can set me right"
-A Fine Frenzy