That does it, I’m swearing off booze. For a while, anyway.
From the way I talk you’d think I have a drinking problem. In a sense I do – I can’t do it very well. Generally I can cope with one drink, but if I have a second I’m cursed with a mild hangover the next day.
These last couple days, however, I can’t even manage one. Friday night I had a single glass of white wine, a little too sweet, with dinner. All Saturday I had a weird headache at the base of my skull and my stomach was tense. Saturday night I had about four ounces heated sake with take-out sushi. This morning I didn’t want to get out of bed any sooner than I had to. I’ve got a dull pressure in my head.
E is off booze as well. For the past several years he, along with an increasing number of his friends, stop all consumption of alcohol for the month of February. Why February? Because it’s the shortest month.