More than likely, my maiden name's heritage is Irish. This research confirms my ancestory. Boy, am I having the hardest time. It has been two weeks since a drop of alcohol has entered my system. Well, I do gargle with Listerine, but still. The weekdays are the hardest. And I'm not sure if I suffer from a need not being met or a major longing/want. At any rate, I would love to sit back and sip a martini or linger over a glass of red wine. But I won't. Because I have something to prove to Jesus, or to AA, or to myself, but I do have something to prove and prove it I will.

I think I have about a month left.