My life as a drunk is over.

Don't believe it, do you? Well you should. On Saturday I got shitfaced AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT and puked in, and horribly plugged, the sink AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT and fell and got a concussion and bled profusely from the back of my head on the beautiful things AT MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT. Fortunately, housekeeping seems to have not ratted me out and, miraculously, I still have a job. Also, my head seems to be done bleeding. I don't remember how I fell, which was obviously hard enough to make me forget what happened, but my hair has fallen out in that icky, bloody scabbed over area and I've been dealing with a throbbing headache ever since.

Thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies, as there was very much blood and for a while I had no idea where it was coming from. I probably needed stitches, but I couldn't very well leave MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT in an ambulance and expect to be welcomed back to hugs and kisses on Monday -- if I would have even been released from detox by then. How smart of it was it for me to just go to sleep while bleeding from the head with a probable concussion?

It's time to grow the hell up. No mo getting drunk for me. My body can't take it.