I just got home from an extra garbage day at work, I haven't had a drink since Monday I guess, and I didn't bring my wallet with me this morning cause I knew I'd buy beer on the way home otherwise. I spent several minutes standing just inside my bedroom staring at my wallet, unwilling to take off my uniform or put my keys on the desk, about half a second from grabbing it and going back out for booze. Now I'm sitting here, wallet left where it was, still about to rush out the door at any second.
I don't even feel like I accomplished anything by resisting the urge. I just feel tired and empty and I don't know how much of it is wanting a drink and how much is just existential angst from hating my job. And my ****ing shoulder hurts.
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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