It was another long night, one where you invariably think too much and drink accordingly. One where you're too cold and too warm. Your comfort only lies in the bottle. Your pain is released little by little with each swallow. Keeping yourself in an emotional bondage, tacitly understanding that it cannot unbound. With the foreknowledge that if released it could not be conquered. Self restraint of the heart must be practiced religiously while simoultaniously self restraint of consumption was all but forgotten. It's easy to deceive yourself into believing that tonight is just an outlier, secretly knowing that tonight was a common practice, with sobriety and emotional freedom being the true outlier. This was just another long night that was to be forgotten by morning.