Made it through another weekend. I had planned on going out to see a movie to celebrate finally being fully vaccinated but unfortunately there was nothing nearby I felt like seeing so I've spent pretty much all weekend in my room. I just played Stardew Valley and online chess, slept, read, and drank about 8,000 gallons of Arizona green tea.

I've been able to pay attention to the things I'm doing and actually enjoy/remember doing them. My acid reflux issues that were keeping me up at night have completely stopped. My face is back to being a normal human color. I'm able to have non-slurred and intelligible conversations after 7pm. At times I've been stressed, sad, frustrated, or anxious but the absence of the bone-crushing despair and brain fog that comes after a night of drinking has been such a relief.

I saw this poem on Friday either on reddit or Twitter, and immediately saved it. I've been thinking about it a lot and I honestly think it helped get me through the few moments this weekend where I thought about going for a "couple" beers.

Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine

in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,

a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways

I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least

fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative

estimate, though I keep this from my children.

For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.

For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,

sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world

is at least half terrible, and for every kind

stranger, there is one who would break you,

though I keep this from my children. I am trying

to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,

walking you through a real shithole, chirps on

about good bones: This place could be beautiful,

right? You could make this place beautiful.