| five years ago |
[25 Dec 2010|04:28am] |
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things can change so much in five years. five years ago, i couldn't go to the bar across the street by myself because i couldn't get myself to do it; now it's been, hmm, four years, i think, that i can't go to the bar across the street because i'm afraid that, if i do, i won't stop drinking. ever. i don't feel that way about bars in general or even having a drink now and then, but just thinking about that particular bar makes me think about nonstop drinking. five years ago, i didn't feel so far from normal.
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| xmas morning |
[25 Dec 2010|04:32am] |
 five years later and xmas day doesn't bother me quite so much. i had such a run of strange years leading into that xmas overnight/early morning/day. i'd had major anxiety attacks at finding every supermarket closed on xmas day. i'd been driving through what seemed like the middle of nowhere in texas in the middle of the night only to find a huge glowing white cross in front of me. now, i've seen that cross in the daylight (and the larger one here in illinois), and i've got two restaurants i like that are open and deliver on xmas day.
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