... to becoming an alkie, I'm sure.
Lately, I've had this URGE to have a nice, cold beer with my lunch. At 1 p.m. in the afternoon. On a weekday. And not the wussy three percent alcohol kind. Nothing less than 4.9 percent will do - and that's on the weak side. *sigh*
And then, today, during one of my telecons, I could actually taste red wine in my mouth. Like, I could taste the slight acridity of the tannins on my tongue. Which, of course, naturally led to a jonesing for a nice glass of cabernet.
Ruh roh, rhaggy ... drinking is supposed to be reserved for the weekends!!! Or at least after work ends. But like I said - it's just an urge. I will manage to refrain from the evil that is alcohol. For now. But when the kid goes to sleep, all bets are off! :)
Lush...
You just wish you could drink.
Wish? What makes you think I haven't? Eh?
Actually, I did that once at my old job. It made the rest of the day so much better.
One step forward, 12 steps back....