Been spending some time browsing Newegg.com this morning, shopping for computer parts. I drool at things like a 1333 front side bus and a shared 4 megabyte cache. I keep telling myself I shouldn't count my chickens before they are hatched. I could work only one night and be brought to my knees.
Dad was flummoxed last night when I asked for my license. Mom wasn't supposed to tell me, but she was worried she was going to have to take me to get another. Dad was visibly perturbed and shaken. I walked out to his car to get my old wallet.
"Why were you trying to keep my license from me?" I asked.
"Cause I was trying to keep you from drinking," was his reply.
I love my father. I really do, but his efforts to control me cross the line sometimes. I sometimes wonder if he is actually trying to make life easier for himself without regards to me.
I was looking at the picture on my license last night. It was taken when I was still drinking heavily. I looked like death warmed over. I would have fit in at any Rescue Mission amidst a bunch of homeless drunks. I don't think GQ is going to be calling anytime soon.