Because I'm getting older, and I get tired, and I should be in bed by now.
I'm learning about spiritual growth via restraint of tongue. It sucks. I'm being promised that there are unshakably fantastic payoffs though, and while I believe it, I still want to let a few choice things fly.
Pauline has five years tomorrow. I can remember sitting the back patio, verbally assaulting her with the Big Book. How funny. We're going to go out to dinner and then to a meeting... I don't think anyone I ever sponsored, even for just the beginning, or any short chunk of time, has stayed sober this long. Not that I have anything to do with that - but merely to just have been a part of such an amazing process is staggering.
I guess my biggest problem is if they'll have anything on the menu under thirty bucks. Free bread, anyone?
Why do cigarettes have to be so horrible? There are moments when I just love them so.
I'm sure my graceful handling of the first situation up there tomorrow, or lack thereof, will warrant a more thorough entry. I should probably take a cue from Kristin and do this shit in the morning. Sleep is just like cigarettes sometimes.
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