Oooh you're a naughty mess

tis wednesday/ intake exceeding proper, though for now i cannot stomach recounting my intake of the last three days/ i take comfort from mentally going through an index of blackout drunk authors, most of whom survived till old age/ but how does one quit something one enjoys so much and doesn't compromise one's life?/ the only reason i might quit is the specter of horrible decay and death, but this seems so abstract it has no effect on me/ doing some painting and decorating today and praising the fact it's 1200 and i'm sober/