Tommorrow

I just figured I was broken.  Try as I may, the concept of picking up a cocktail, without plummeting into perfect intoxication, wholly eluded me. Why couldn't I drink like a gentleman?  Why couldn't I dip my toe into the controlled alcoholic foray along with my societal peers?  I often managed to give up booze in short spurts, determined to "control and enjoy" upon my return, yet came full-circle back to nightly drunken debauchery with certainty.

On a certain Wednesday, after many years of alcoholism, I stood high on my laurels and announced, "That's it!  I can stand this lifestyle no longer!  Tomorrow I shall quit drinking for good!"  The days to follow went something like this...

Thursday:  A day good as any to begin my journey into sobriety... until I realized Friday was just 24 hours away.  "I can't quit on a weekend!  I'll quit on Sunday, before the work week begins."

Sunday:  The weekend's over, time to hang up the bottle.  Um, then again, "It's technically still the weekend... I'll quit tomorrow."

Monday: The first/worst day of the week, "Mondays are miserable!  I need a drink to take the edge off.  I'll quit tomorrow."

Tuesday:  New Release night at Blockbuster.  "Who can watch a movie without throwing back a few cocktails?  It'll ruin movie night! I'll quit tomorrow."

Wednesday:  Everyone hits the bar on Hump Day.  "I should pass up an opportunity to drink with people instead of drinking alone?  Are you kidding me?  I'll quit tomorrow."

And we're back to Thursday, 24 hours from the weekend.  And thus began a never ending cycle, repeating week after week, for the final three years of my drinking career.  No exaggeration - for three years, EVERY DAY, I managed to convince myself that the following day would deliver new-found sobriety.

If nothing else, I was consistent!