good times...

I was just thinking yesterday of how many days it's been without a drink. Only eight. I can't believe it's so few. It feels like ages. I wish I could say I have given up drinking. I know I haven't but I can honestly say that right now I don't want to drink and wish I could just leave it all behind, as if booze had never been a part of my life. And, that's another thing. The other day I was thinking that all along I'd been saying I didn't drink that much and yet I was thinking back on all the memories and they were all alcohol related. Every time I met people. Any time I went somewhere with people it was almost always linked to alcohol. Not that I had a lot to drink, but definitely always at least a couple drinks....and yeah, when I think about it, always more than a couple drinks.
It's frightening really to think of how many years were spent imbibing. What for, really?
Was listening to The Byrds yesterday, ah, Eric Burdon...

"When I think of all the good times that I've wasted
having good times...
When I was drinkin'
should've been thinkin'
When I was fighting
I could've done the right thing
All of that boozin'
I was really losin'
Good times..."