Here's the thing I've noticed. In anticipating this evening's festivities, a thought has entered my mind a few times that goes, literally: "I'm going to go to a bar and pay money to ingest poison, too much of which, will make me hate tomorrow. Man that seems dumb and no fun." This surprised me and is not at all how I used to think of alcohol. My mouth is still watering at the thought of a beer or a glass of bourbon, but the thought of being drunk is maybe the least appetizing thing imaginable right now.
Should be fun to see how the evening goes.
Good luck, Bass. Be careful.
ReplyDeleteThese mental changes are much more important than six-packs and biceps. Good work dude.
ReplyDeleteGood Luck Mate. Well Done
ReplyDeleteI had 3 drinks and felt pretty tipsy. I woke up with a very slight hangover type headache. I hated every second of both. New personal 2 drink maximum I think.
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