… and I am Somebody male. in my thirties. recovering alcoholic. live in minneapolis. work in progress. gay. serenity please.

Archive for the ‘Recovery’ Category

Don’t have to be crazy

06.21.2004 · Posted in Recovery

… don’t have to be crazy, I don’t have to be crazy, I don’t have… I met with a couple of friends for coffee tonight. One was having a hard time with some roommates and an arrangement he had with them. He was so worked up over it – very agitated and couldn’t stop dwelling ...

*waving white flag*

06.14.2004 · Posted in Recovery

Gosh, I feel sorta like Doogie Howser writing every night before I go to bed. Hah. Except I’m not a 14 year old doctor My sunburned ass was drug to Homo Depot tonight to pick out flowers for a friend’s patio. It was actually sorta fun, and I saw a ton of Scotts and Miracle-Gro ...

Dream’n

06.12.2004 · Posted in Recovery

I keep having these drinking dreams on the weekends when I get to sleep in! I’ve never usually remembered much of my dreams, but I know that I get the feeling that I’ve been drinking. On occasion I will remember exactly what I was drinking – usually a vodka tonic – but usually I just ...

Came to believe

06.10.2004 · Posted in Recovery

Today is my fourth month anniversary in sobriety. Well, actually, since it’s past midnight, I’ve got four months and one day. I also did my second step tonight with Jim. I was actually kind of nervous going into it because I don’t really know where I lie spiritually right now. What I do know is ...

I drink, therefore I am

06.06.2004 · Posted in Recovery

I went to a meeting tonight – Saturday Night Live at the Basilica. It’s a great meeting – lots of people, lots of energy. The speaker tonight was Heidi. I thought she was really good. I didn’t really want to go to a meeting, but I made myself – and as is usually the case, ...

Oh, Christ. I’m here.

05.28.2004 · Posted in Recovery

I’ve fallen through that threshold I thought I’d never cross – I’ve created a blog. Good gawd. It’s really my sponsor’s fault. He told me I should begin journaling. He told me I should get a pretty red-velvet covered journal and begin writing. But no. I had to do it my way. I told him ...