A Deviated Septum is Nothing to Sneeze At

Making an attempt at Dry January. Been sober-ish for almost 2 weeks. I say sober-ish because I have had 2 beers. Which my housemate gave to me. I don't intend on stopping drinking. Just way overdid it during the holidays. Got sick of waking up sick and shaky. Every cell in my body screaming for alcohol.  So yup, taking a break. Oh yes and got brave and asked for Acamprosate from the doctor. It's supposed to help with cravings. Medication based sobriety is valid. California Sober is also valid. Yes been smoking quite a bit more weed. Of course now I'm at the point of out of weed, out of money. And the tension is so real. That's the hardest part to deal with sober - the tension. Feeling tense, mind racing, begging for any sort of relief to help slow my mind down.  Might end up bumming dad for beer money and give in. It's Friday after all. Weedman doesn't take digital payments, cash only.  *** Another point of contention is that YouTube removed my first Santa Muert...

Started off with that old classic, which 3 people living or dead would you have dinner with. I decided Rodney Dangerfield, Sam Kinison and Tiny Tim. Of course Kinison and Dangerfield would be lamenting their luck with women. Me joining in with my own tales of woe. But, it begins to snow and only Tiny Tim takes the offer to spend the nite.  And yes, I do find Tiny Tim to be attractive lol. I think he would've liked me if I got to know him. Not entirely sure where I'm taking this story, I was fairly drunk when I started it. Because we can keep with the soft and sweet romantic slash orrrrr we can go full on explicit. Either way, here's what we've got so far.... *** The library is warm and inviting. The fireplace roars and crackles, battling the frigid snowy night. All the dinner guests have gone home before the snow got too heavy. It's just Clyde and Tiny Tim in the library. The invitation to stay the night was open to anyone, but he's the only one that accepted th...