Day 360-something: Pissed.

No, no. Not drunk-pissed. Mad-pissed. Today my advisor announced my PhD defense date (October 22nd, yikes!) and the committee members. It’s the advisor’s job to decide who goes on the committee, after discussing it with the candidate, aka. Anne. I made it very very clear that I really wanted this nice lady, (let’s call her

Day 367: 1 Year Sober. HOLY F***K

Dear Past-Anne,  It’s the end of summer, 2019. You just flew back from Paris back to your home on the East Coast of the U.S.A. Tomorrow you start your sobriety journey. I know you’ve been drinking almost every day these last few weeks, and that you’re really anxious at the idea of letting the booze