3 1/2 weeks, BITCH.


I’ve made it this far with only one craving-induced crying jag, and I hate to say it, but I’m damn proud of myself. I went to two parties over the weekend, and I kept my chin up and my Pellegrino-filled wine glass high. I must admit, it makes me feel really smug to be the only sober person in a room full of drunks, but I try to avoid displaying my sobriety as a banner across my forehead- I feel like it makes people uncomfortable. To be fair, probably not as uncomfortable as they would watching me drunkenly fall into the trash bins and then berate said trash bins for getting all up in my grill.


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