Cut the crap, Jan

I tried. I failed. And I'm not all that broken up about it.

Last night, as I was closing down my computer and preparing to go to the gym, the four-day weekend ahead of me loomed up close, and blossomed so that every waking minute seemed rich with possibility for the taking...if I were to take a drink. So, I loaded up at the BevMo, hit up the gym, made a mad last dash to the Whole Foods for a mixer, and settled in for several hours with a coupla tatankas.

I still made it about 20 days without even so much as a sip, so that had to be good. Kind of.

I blame my computer and Resident Evil 7. If I'd had something active to do and challenge myself, I would've focused on that, but my computer isn't compatible enough to play the game properly.

Of further worry, I've suddenly turned into a fashion plate now that my credit cards are on the down low, and have went on a spree buying all sorts of new casual clothes. In my defense, they're really reasonably priced and look great. I got three pieces yesterday, and lo! They all fit! I've been the king of cargo pants and Herman Munster shoes for so long that it's kind of fun to refresh my look. That has included work attire as well.

It is all a bit like watching a car crash about to happen from a distance in slow motion, though. This was how I behaved when I first got my new batch of credit cards in 2013. And I always tell myself I'll pay them off without much chagrin, but that clearly didn't happen this last time. I'll have a month with three paychecks in April where I will be able to catch up, but I'm hoping my shopping habits slow down as well.