severity_softly: (boosh - howard/vince love in the tundra)
Why is it so damn easy to put my foot in my mouth? Er, my foot in my fingers, actually, as I was typing what made me ask this.

So anyway, I literally got no sleep last night. I got out of bed at 3am because I was just getting frustrated that I couldn't sleep. I missed taking my Geodon (the drug that's sedating) last night, and maybe my body decided to fuck itself because of it. I don't know. All I know is 1) I'm going to be chugging highly caffeinated drinks all day, and 2) I have no idea how I am going to make it through work today.

So I was reading the AA Big Book this morning, and something struck me. It's all the God language that I hate. But the book was first printed in 1939 and has remained largely the same. I've been trying to fit a 2010 concept of what "God" is or isn't into a box that was created in 1939. OF COURSE it's not going to fit. But at least now it's sunk in that it doesn't have to.

Of course, this could all just be sleep deprivation speaking. Er, typing.
severity_softly: (boosh - fuck logic)
An alcoholic in his cups is an unlovely creature.

~ AA Big Book, page 16 of the online edition


At a certain point in the drinking of every alcoholic, he passes into a state where the most powerful desire to stop drinking is of no avail. This tragic situation has already arrived in practically every case long before it is suspected.

~ AA Big Book, page 24 of the online edition

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