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I have been observing that I have an unhealthy obsession with beers, lately.

This means that I am an impending alcoholic. It also means that I have beerguts.

I used to be a social drinker, only. This means that I never had beer in my refrigerator, and I would only drink them when I was out at restaurants and bars.

Now, I CRAVE heavy, carb-drenched ales. I MUST have at least one every night. My frail persona has given up on nocturnal recuperations. Now, it simply yearns to dull the pain. The PAIN introduced via blunt monotony on a neverending daily basis!

I have good intentions, or at least they will introduce themselves as good intentions, and they will say that I should only drink water tonight. And eat rice and apples. But I cannot deny the craving, and soon enough I am drinking beers and eating something so much more dramatic than rice and apples. Such as pasta. Or steamed asparagus. Or a nasty frozen Stouffers lasagna, zapped to crunchify the nastiness.

On the positive side, I cant remember the last time I had a sugar-drenched Coke. And I used to drink those like I am supposed to drink water.

Odd fact: I have never drank water the way I am supposed to drink water. Eight glasses a day? I may as well install a urinal in my pants..

My impending alcolohism is nothing that my drinking problem won't fix.