A final respite from austerity. I sip Maker's Mark on the couch next to the lady. Now a whole five days must pass before such scenes can again be realized in our home.
It is a curious thing to moderate a habit. I find myself quietly looking forward to a bit of bourbon each night. The thought comes into my mind now and is followed by the dissapointment of the season. Next there confusion as to what exactly I'll do in place of the drink. I find that I am doing the same things. I am not doing them miserably either.
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