Convict, Addict, Alcoholic

It's like I am constantly giving myself enemas with my cranium. I seem to like it for some reason. And I don't just pull my head out of my ass, I push it further in trying to turn myself inside out. Actuall I just wanted to write about something, it really hasn't been that bad. I fucked up my back on monday at the gym and have been resting. I want to get out and about but I just don't seem to have a whole lot of energy. I'm making myself go tonight. I read an old (april 2003) issue of the grapevine last night and it really helped me feel better. I like my cult. It makes me all warm and fuzzy. There was some neat stuff about relaxing with sponsorship, and I'm open minded, I don't think one sponsor fits all. I think I can lead someone through the steps, but I can't push someone through them. Some people will work under the "DO YOUR STEPS OR DIE FUCKER!!!" other's need a little softer approach something more like "DO YOUR STEPS OR DIE!!", see kinder and gentler. I don't know if these people will die if they don't work the steps, all I know is that had I not done them, I wouldn't have wanted to stay sober myself. Wanted to want it, i did the work, and still do, and now I love being sober(for the most part). well beck to work i go.