But only in my dreams.
I know, right? But that’s nothing to how relieved I felt when I realised. It was an awful dream, skipping straight past the actual drinking part to the bit where LH discovered a half full bottle in a packing box and expressed angry confusion, and I knew there were two more empties In another box and could I get rid of them before he spotted them and should I finally confess everything or pretend it didn’t happen and just grit my teeth for Day One again. And shit, I was going to have to tell the blogosphere, and reset my day counter and Belle and maybe nobody needed to know as long as I got back to it immediately.
What’s better than waking up without a hangover? Waking up without secrets.