so my previous post. it was all in my head. by that i mean, wow, can we imagine things or what. i imagined myself opening the cabinet, the bottle, pouring a drink, and then getting drunk.
when i'm faced with the actual decision, the decision is no. sometimes it's easier than other times. well. sometimes it's less hard than other times. it's not quite easy yet.
my boss let me know that she and i are attending a conference at the beginning of december. in vegas. i was never a big vegas person. i didn't see the appeal. but she is. and i'm nervous about telling her that i stopped drinking. maybe i should feign being sick? stay in my room? i'm totally fine with that.
interesting. telling her is ... interesting.