Tuesday December 18 - Return of The Fear?

My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been 11 months, 17 days and 18 hours since my last drink.

13 DAYS AND SIX HOURS TO GO!

A thought struck me yesterday evening. It was both worrying and encouraging in equal measure.

I am now so used to sleeping soundly on a Sunday night that I had nearly forgotten about The Fear.

The Fear, as discussed at the beginning of this blog, is that creeping sense of paranoia which begins at around 6pm on the Sunday of a heavy weekend. By the time you go to bed it is a massive black cloud of depression and discomfort which keeps you awake, no matter how tired you are.

The Fear is what makes Mondays so unbearable for so many people, yet it is entirely avoidable. I have skipped through nearly every Monday of 2007 simply because, no matter how late I stayed up, I haven't drunk ridiculous amounts of that well-known depressant, alcohol.

So what was the thought that struck me on Monday? Well, I finish work this Friday and won't be back in until January 2nd, 2008. And that's a Wednesday.

So by the time I work my next Monday, I'll be boozing again. Which means I'll be Fearful again. It's a nice thought, in a way, as it is yet another sign that this sober year is nearly up. But it's also a nasty thought, because I've rather enjoyed not being a sweaty, grumpy, nervous wreck for one-fifth of every working week.

Of course, I don't have to be Fearful on Mondays in 2008. Just because I can drink again, that doesn't mean I have to.

It's just a strong possibility that I will.

Oh well. Who needs nice Mondays anyway?