This is fantastic

- sad to say, but true, I'm ecstatic about going to bed pre-midnight with > 10 beers left in fridge, and waking up in a dry bed capable of getting out of it to pee. Yes, I'm rat-arsed, and yes, and I'm paranoid about the incontinence which was starting to become a defining feature of my sad little life, but after an anticipated bender which actually came to some 21 units (according to my phone's log) I'm feeling pretty chuffed and hopeful again.
The beer started tasting bad after about 3 tins, continued to do so despite changing type a couple of times. Switching to vodka + tomato was scarily good until vodka ran out, but think that I may have been getting satiated with that too. Brought 3 beers intn study when wife wntto bed but didn't open any. No willpower or effort applied (just the oppsite- was ready to justify a night of debauchery on basis of scientific program)
Sorry if my drunken honest ramblings are offensive, they're not meant to be; hopefully in future they might help either someone else or me looking back on what I intend to be an anonymous alkie's log/diary. And, at this moment, not pissing the bed is actually a major achievement. Sigh!