We get a little wiser it seems. My better half is out of town this weekend seeing her kinfolk, and this is a rare Saturday night that I'll spend alone. Usually she's with me or I am working. Anyways, I had alot of folks asking me to come and hang out with them tonight, and I had made up my mind to go out with a particular group of friends, play music, hang out, maybe have a brew or two for the first time in over a decade. I hopped in the shower, threw on my duds and started out the door when I got to thinking: As much as my friends mean to me, the fact that I have managed to stay drug and alcohol free means a whole lot more. I know that I am strong-willed enough to hang around a party crowd and lay off the stuff, but on the other hand, I know that I am a recovering (yes, after 13 years, I still am recovering. Alcoholics perpetually recover. It is a constant battle to not drink. I can still taste it, still want it very much sometimes. I have to remind myself that it is what buried my dad, and the promise I made to the most dear person I have ever known-my grandmother). Life is about limits, and I know my limit will have to be zero. I ended a line of hard-drinkers in my family from my great-grandfather to my grandfather to my dad). So having said this, I think i'll listen to James Blunt's new song (which I am crazy about) among many others, maybe play my guitar some, piddle on the computer, catch USC-ND, grab a snack and enjoy a nice quiet evening here.