ALERT!

Hello Gentle Readers. I nearly forgot the importance of today in my life (actually yesterday since the bell has struck twelve) but today marks eight years in my life without a drinkee-poo. Nothing noble or heroic about it but I am a better person because of it. Though I do miss tequila shots with a beer chaser.

So raise your glasses to your humble protagonist and recite this w.b. yeats poem for today is also the birthday of the only woman i truly loved.

A Drinking Song,

by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Peace