Maybe I do really need AA. Drunk again last night. Stumbled around rambling. Cried. Yelled. The typical behavior. I'm sure M wasn't at all pleased with my performance. So I buy Vodka a couple of times a week (if needed). So I make up excuses to make a quick run to the lovely Wines&Spirits. So I sneak bottles of Vodka in the house (using some very tricky methods). Does all this add up to being an alcoholic? No. No way. I'm safe. I'm not addicted to drinking. Not at all. And if I am, is it really all that bad? Maybe. I don't know. Angel's Birthday is today. Her picture isn't done. Not even close. Dani won't call. I know her. She'll than get angry. And never call again. Well what can I do? I'm only one drunk. Maybe I'll make an attempt to stop over and see her. Maybe. Probably not, but I'll keep saying maybe. Keith didn't e mail me back. I am fine. Calm. Maybe that's why I wrote him what I did. To vent it. Let it go. I feel better not holding it in anymore. So what if I never see or speak to him again, I've let it go. It doesn't matter. I'll find mine all in time. Repeat five times fast. Done for now.