Yesterday I drank too much beer again. Dad was concerned about me and questioned me. I gave him a hug and went to bed. I woke up at midnight and tossed and turned for the rest of the night. I am taking drastic measures now. No more money to spend on beer. It’s the poverty cure and the only cure that has ever worked for me.
I am drinking tea now. I have to go see my doctor tomorrow. I get yet another injection as well. I am tired of being a mental case more than anything. I am sick of not being able to sleep at night because of all the beer I have been drinking. This has to end now. Beer does nothing but cause me problems. I had nightmares about being trapped in Ann Arbor last night going to the downtown doctor office. I guess I drink because I hate my life so much.
I need to make some friends who are sober. I talked to my last girlfriend on Saturday, but she could only chat for a few minutes. That may be what triggered me to drink yesterday. Regardless of what the trigger was, I drank too much and really fucked myself up. Hopefully Dad doesn’t give me the business this morning about my weakness for the lager. Oh well, make stupid decisions win stupid prizes.