More Fun Than A Good Root Canal

Today has been an exercise in self-abuse. I’m carefully negotiating the rather formidable learning curves for all these cool little features I’ve incorporated into this site. It’s my Trial By Ordeal, and it’s entirely worth it. The immediate gratification in seeing this project come to life is fantastic, and I’m really digging the mind-candy! (Feeling constructive and creative helps me appreciate the insomnia.)
On the other hand, tonight is the “Great Guinness Toast”, and now I’m too tired to do anything with it. A part of me wishes I could take the camera out for a spin, but the thought of heading over to the OP to wade through a sea of amateurs holds no appeal. In fact, after last night, I need a little down time to re-evaluate the whole alcohol thing.
Last night was yet another of life’s opportunities to explore my limitless hypocrisy. As anyone who’s been around me for the last year knows, drinking is definitely not in my itinerary at the moment. No, I don’t need twelve steps. No, my not drinking doesn’t make me better than anyone, but it does make me better than the booze. It’s not hard to figure out why or how I’m doing it, really, but there’s a side to exploring sobriety that gets undeniably awkward from time to time. If I don’t explore the awkwardness, then there’s no point.