I managed to stay sober for a two week period. On Friday, however, I ran into an old drinking buddy. I felt I couldn't say no to a binge, so I ended up drinking until eight in the morning, at which point I passed out. I woke up three hours later, and remembered I had a family gathering and I was feeling pretty nauseous and nervous. So I rationalized the whole thing and drank throughout the whole day and night. I went out, because you got to complete the whole ritual, and made a complete fool of myself, got kicked out of a nightclub, lost my wallet and God knows what else. So, on Sunday, I felt so ashamed and depressed that I just got heavily drunk and went out yet again. This time, I woke up in an emergency room, surrounded by condescending family members and pseudo-friends. So, today, stone cold sober, I'm so fucking miserable that I want to kill myself...Or drink, once more. But no. Right now I feel so physically tired from all the drinking and not eating because I spent a whole weekend drunk off my ass that drinking ever again seems an absurd idea. But as we drunks know, the dry periods are just intervals between benders.