Details, details, details. You drink enough and you will find the devil, he might not be in the bottom of the first or last bottle, but he is in there waiting to come out and infest your soul. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to demonize alcohol, it is, on it's own a beautiful thing. It's when one is not a professional in prescribing the right dosage that one will succumb the the wily powers that are inherent to the bowels of Hades. The problem lies in the fact that the proper prescribed amount changes due to the ailment. This becomes a problem when you reach the Over rather than the Under.
So, in my finite wisdom, I being of unsound mind am going to try sobriety. If only for a couple of days, just to see if the world in which I am living in currently looks any different from the outside looking in, rather than from the inside (of a bottle) looking out. What does this have to do with cycling? I'm working on that as I type and hypothesize, and to be honest it's not going well. So I am going to keep this up until something hits me and I can try and tie this all together, or I could just leave it up in the air and just leave you with a hypothetical.
Yeah, I've got nothing. I guess what I should come away with this, is -make the best of the situation that I am in and not