The past continued....

So let's see....to make a long story short, I acquired my dog from my ex and moved back to Waterloo. Things were not that bad for a while except for binge drinking on the weekends and partying too much with my roommates, but then my dad passed away. I quit my job and started drinking every night. Especially beer. I did manage to finally graduate from University, get a great job in Toronto (not too sure how I fangled that one), and an apartment, win the Honours Thesis Award, and move here. Things were looking up. But somehow, because stress, boredom or the fact that I'm addicted, I've dug myself into another hole where I drink everynight and it affects everything I do. I know now that I cannot keep going down this path forever.