Fell off the wagon...

I feel like I am starting all over again.
You see, I gave drinking up for LENT. I don't know as if I can say that anymore because I fell off the wagon on Saturday night. I KNEW leaving my house, that I was heading out to drink.
I was in the cab heading out to meet my friends whom were in town from Traverse City, pondering on what I was going to order to drink... I was CLEARLY making a conscious decision to break my "giving up".
Waking up Sunday morning, after what some might call a "nap", with only 4 hours of sleep, I felt TERRIBLE! - Off to work I go for 11 hours straight. GROSS. Not only was I mad at myself for breaking my commitment, but was it necessary to have 6 shots 3 vodka redbulls, a vodka soda, and a giant beer? 5 a.m bars are my worst enemy... or am I my own worst enemy???
I'm happy to say that I am back on the wagon though. I will not be drinking until Easter Sunday. Mimosas?
See... there I go again.