Three thirty.
I rested in bed for as long as I could, never really falling into a deep sleep, although there was oblivion. I wish I could forecast the future with the new president. But whatever happens, the government is not an excuse for me to drink again. If I do drink, then the responsibility is still mine. It doesn’t matter what the will of democracy is, nor that of the elected leaders. It comes down to my own will. Nothing mystical about it. I can brainstorm a million ways to deliver the responsibility to someone or something else, but even this is my agency. “Shouldn’t be asking why I’m not sleeping / Could be my Election Day.” And it’s true: we are all the governors of our own lives. I won’t be fooled by the fallacy of sociology; it’s a bogus science. “Our destiny relies on conscience / Red or blue, what’s the difference? / Stand or fall.” For the leadership of my own life, I elect myself.
robgradens 
So at last, are you happy with the results ? Or went to drink again 🙂 ?
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Oh dear, I hope I don’t relapse into drinking again! Thanks for the comment. Maybe I should clarify what I posted. I was simply confused and uncertain about the future of my sobriety, but I really don’t want to go back to being a drunk. Alcohol nearly killed me three years ago.
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