Is it a bad sign that I continually forget that I *write* here?

After a spell of mind-altering madness, I'm recovering. And concerning recovery, especially from recurrent alcohol binge drinking, I enjoy a light cocktail of seltzer water, ibuprofen, and a sharp, barely traceable amount of caffeine. I let them simmer together so that I can pour the contents into a martini glass and daydream about my next spell: who I will be with, what lavish back patio I will be, and most importantly- will I feel this sick again? I dramatize the negatives, but I still keep coming back to the sauce. I wish for my friends' sake that I never stop, because all water and no bourbon makes Cookie a wince worthy bore.

Cheers to alcohol.