Hell has frozen over. The town drunkard (that's me) has stopped drinking. I have been sober from hard liquor for almost three months. The last time I got plastered was New Year's Eve, and I have only had one shot since. I have been drinking beer like no tomorrow, but since it takes me about a third of a fifth of 90 proof whiskey to get me tipsy, beer hardly does anything. I sucked down a 30 pack of Budweiser in two sittings and neither time did I get the slightest buzz.
I absolutely hate life now. Now I have to go with the whole "I'm a better person" bull crap.

At least this sobriety has paid off. I am leaving my crappy job, as I now have a new job as a Special Ed teacher. Which means I have to stay sober from now on. I start on the eleventh.

Why did I decide to go sober, you ask?
For a few reasons. Mainly, because I couldn't afford the whiskey I like anymore, and I am too picky to get cheap whiskey.
Another reason is because I made a promise to Jade. Damn woman took advantage of me while I was drunk and made me promise (If you somehow are reading this, Jade, I love you). I hate being a man of my word.

Goodnight.