Flying off the Wagon . . .

IF I can stay focused - I'm golden.  It's just boring living in a small town in the dead of the winter months.  I must find things to make it interesting.  Like walking over to the shop after dark.(I do it a lot).  I get focused and work away . . . affixing a VLD cylinder to a boring plate and cutting valves seats, grinding valves, you can see I achieved nearly textbook seat widths for intakes and exhausts (exhaust a bit wider to carry away some heat) - The '49 lower is done, honed a set evo cylinders . . . walked home in the dead of a cold winter night, over the bridge with ice and water running cold and clear.  Opened a bottle of bourbon and started drinking, broke out the records, cranked 'em out - and turned myself into a total wreck by 10pm.  I had fun for about 4 hours - then 24 hours of "this sucks."  
Moral of this story: I should stick to work & drink Coca Cola.