Christmas Eve day...

It's just another day that I used as an excuse to really drink the way I wanted to drink. All in the past, thankfully. I should always remember what Typewriter Carl says, namely that all days are the same and Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc...were just excuses to go out, not reasons.

I'm not special, not unique, just a garden-variety drunk.

I'll be heading to a friend's house for the evening for a potluck dinner. It should be pretty fun, with numerous dishes and all that. I'm bringing baklava and roasted butternut squash with garlic and rosemary.

Tomorrow I'll open presents. I'm not one to open them early or Christmas eve, although some people choose to celebrate in that way. I try to let others live the way they live today, and not impose my neurosis, disease, obsessive-compulsivity, standards, or whatnot on them. I certainly don't like it the other way around. Imagine how they must feel?

A friend gave me a Christmas card last night with a surprise of $20 enclosed for gas money. I've been driving him around to meetings, so he felt it would help. It does, but not in the way he thinks. My driving him to meetings is part of the program, after all. I'm giving back. I think I'll do something charitable with the money instead. He doesn't need to know.

I have time for a nap this afternoon before I get ready to leave the house. I think I'll do that right now.

The happiest of holidays to all!

Johnnyboy