Days I Haven't Died

"The dose maketh the poison," - Paracelsus  Twenty?  Maybe seventeen?  Maybe artistic license because I’m an attention whore? Three to start the day.  Three to get through the rest of it. I fought with the idea of drinking after work all day.  A quick visit to my instagram photos revealing pictures of Amelia and I, joyful and playing, promptly made my decision for me. “Drinking it is,” I said aloud. Maybe it, no, it definitely was, counterintuitive,  Still, my decision was made. A couple kilometers later I was sitting at the bar having my oh so relished bloody mary. Couldn’t forget my Hennessy. Oh, how I loved my Hennessy.  Double shot. Praise God, right? Nope. I didn’t think I was drunk enough to consider it a sin. Besides, I hated beaten off, so I had done pretty well in the last 24 hours, right? Wrong. I was still justifying, therefore judging, my own actions. Being my own God. Before going to Bible Study. Did I mention I cr...