Inferno

If I do not survive the night, we can all thank the following: Metro bar, jacuzzi-induced wine consumption, red wine vineyards everywhere, the Anheiser-Busch corporation, Howl at the Moon piano bar, and my own idiocy.

Am living in Dante's ninth circle of hell. Every part of my body is somehow palsic, quivering in post-alcohol terror as my heart races and joins the rhythm of pounding in my head. Was actually sent home from work today. Must have been turning green; my manager took one look at my face and just said, "Allison, go home. We can handle this." Was very good timing as I was terrified of passing out and was barely able to stand. Longest drive home of my life.

Does not make me feel v. proud of myself. Have been using move downtown as catalyst for positive life changes, ie quit smoking, get up earlier, seize the day. This is definitely a slight backtrack.