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Hi, my name is Chris, and I'm an alcoholic.

Wait...no, I'm not.

Uh...hmmm.

I would say we need to think about this one a little more, but the truth is I don't think thinking is going to help it anyway.

We could discuss it...but where have you all gone? No one responds anymore, I'm talking to myself.

There's been an unfortunate stumbling block in my path to...

Well shit, I don't actually know where the path was taking me, but I'm assuming it was somewhere pretty kick ass.

Anyway...back to the stumbling block.

Yeah, so, brief relapse into bad habits. Nothing to worry about, I got it covered. My house is a disgusting mess, going to work on that a bit tonight. Steam Heating system is acting up, if I can get through a few more days I can straighten it out without worrying about everyone freezing. Car Port collapsed due to snow and high winds, no big was taking it down anyway.

Minor eart developing, been awhile since I've had a real eart. College maybe? Not sure. If I'm honest there was at least one since then, but we don't talk about it. Not all earts are good, not all earts are harmless. Damn fool. Don't you see what they're doing to you?

Played Wii last night. Second gayest thing I've ever done.

Went to Geez on Tuesday night. Twice in one week. Been awhile.

Tuxedos for wedding. Better be big fucking tuxedo.

Want a porch. Big porch. Fence too. Maybe patio.

Bad things brewing. Head was right. Now not.

For awhile I controlled what I was thinking. Whole days just one personality. Just one way of looking at things. My way. All of a sudden things are less clear.

Life is good.

I am not.