end of the world?

I just wanted to let everyone know that the end of the world may be coming. I’ve considered wearing a sandwich board and standing on the corner of Westheimer and Montrose to spread the word, but this will have to do.

Here’s the thing – I’ve almost completely quit drinking.

I know! Let it sink in for a moment.

About a month ago, I just stopped. I still occasionally have a beer or a glass of wine, but compared to years of major intake this is almost nada. Things had gotten to the near-wino point, so I pulled back. My approach with drinking has always been that I like it too much to become an alcoholic and be forced to quit completely, so I’ve occasionally given my liver a break. I just haven’t given it a break in some time. And I gotta tell you – the difference in the way I feel is huge. My sleep is much more sound (though, surprisingly, the dreams are even more bizarre than they used to be), and I feel better when I wake up. No, I’m not bounding out of bed ready to greet the day – I’ve never been a morning person – I’m just not dragging ass.

Last night, instead of getting drunk on the front porch (how country, right?) I watched a NOVA about black holes. Did you know there’s a huge black hole at the center of our galaxy (and most every other galaxy)? I didn’t. I also now know that it will devour us some day, but that will be well after we’ve blow ourselves off the face of the planet, so no biggie.

Eventually, I plan to find something else to do while sitting on the porch. Maybe I’ll take up whittling.