Looking at my thoughts from Tuesday I feel compelled to respond to myself. While I like drinking I am weighing the control alcohol has over me versus the control I would like to have in my own life. The urge to drink yesterday was pretty strong and quite distressing. I found myself constantly seeking distractions - with success thankfully. I also feel somewhat detached - like this is an experiment on myself. At this point I seem to have no emotional investment in this beyond wanting control of my life back. And writing this I see, to some degree, that alcohol was a buffer for my emotions. I guess we not only drown our sorrows, but our joys as well.