160 no alcohol, 16 no smokes. Everyone still in one piece. My mind is too busy and life a bit hectic. I find cranky is the new normal, which I hate. So I generally don’t have much to say lately. Or can’t find the words. Silence and absence of deep thought are dear to me right now, which translates into mindless TV and couch surfing. It seems easy to miss being numb when I feel like I am waiting for this great new life to magically appear all because I quit drinking. I know it is a huge lie, numb is not better. Ignorance may be bliss, but then you are ignorant too! *rambling?*
