Fly me up, the bubbly me. When the old veteran is down and out. Nothing beats it than to meet the cold cousin. Though it stir-fries my liver, or sending sugars up my spine, I am addicted and I cant stop.

In order to curb myself, though I know that it is a weak attempt, I am keeping track of the cans and pints of coke/beer that I devour. For personal satisfaction or prevention, I am keeping it online so that I can check my monthly status at anywhere in this universe.

Disclaimer: Only where there is internet connectivity. (i.e. If there is not internet, there will be NO reminders on how much have I drank or not drunk!)