Day 1... Again

 I have had so many day 1s over the last couple of years. I have had repeated day 1s over the last couple of months. This last month, I've had several day 1s, a good few day 2s, several day 3s and even some day 4s, 5s and 6s.

You know what it probably evens out to? Moderation.

I am a fucking moderate drinker by accident.

Not by accident.

By torture.

Because that's what this is, the endless trying and failing. It doesn't matter that I'm probably not drinking enough to give me liver failure by the time in 40. What matters is that I'm addicted and this is torture.

So.

Day 1 here we come.

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