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Well, today is the third anniversary of my picking up my (hopefully) last start chip. I'm a little bitchy because I wanted to write this post and publish it at lunch today. There's also supposed to be a pretty little 3-year chip image, but I can't even upload it. Alas, the host for rAAnch is having problems and, at the time of this writing, the site is completely unavailable.

Anyway, on these milestone dates, I remember my past easily. I remember my last drunk, a Saturday evening and night: June 21, 2003. I had come back in on May 7, 2003, and had even gotten a 30-day chip. Still, I had one more "party" in me and that came very casually on an early Saturday evening. MP and I had done a good amount of yardwork and were in the back yard. The light was starting to fade and the property looked good in the golden light. Sitting there, I said "Fuck it. I wanna get drunk." MP asked if I was sure and I was, for I had no obligations that night (except to show up to a meeting) and no obligation on Sunday either. A good enough reason to drink, no?

The short of it is I got drunk. Very drunk. And sad. And guilty. And shameful. So I dug out the number of this cool guy who gave me my first start chip (on September 13, 2002). I called him and he answered and I talked his ear off until (I think) my battery died on my phone. I don't remember much of the call (and he won't tell me!), but I did remember I said I'd meet him at a meeting on Sunday. I went and he did, too. That's when I picked up my last start chip. I hope I never have to pick up another. But, if I do, I hope I can get out of my own way long enough to do so.
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A little more on yesterday's post:
Check out this site: clicky
Just a little more fodder to support my belief that I am not my body. Hell, my body is more nothing than something! (pssst! So is yours!)