I am in my 30's and over the years have heard a lot about ways to deal with certain types of issues that seem to prevail amongst us americans and non-americans alike.

I think I may have a problem, and would like some advice.

Let me paint a picture for you.

10pm on a Wednesday night.  I finish a beer upstairs in our bedroom, watching House on DVR.

My beer is empty.  I walk down the hall, down the stairs, around to the far end of the kitchen, and retrieve another beer.  I take it all the way back upstairs, and before I know it, I am empty again.

This goes on sometimes until midnight, or possibly later, which sucks because I get up at 3am for work.

It is starting to impact my life.  I buy beer by the 30-pack, to lighten the cost, and to lighten the amount of trips to the store.  I like beer.  I drink it while playing video games online with pals, or barbecuing for friends.

I always take one with me upstairs around 8 to help with getting the kids bathed and into bed.

My wife tries her best to go to sleep while I stand at our master bedroom window, to have a toke, or a smoke, and drink my beer while watching TV or Netflix.  Our floor creaks, and she shuffles in bed as I pause the show, walk down the hall, head downstairs, across the lower floor to the fridge, and get another beer, returning to unpause whatever I am watching, just long enough to finish this beer, then down to get another.

I am starting to see a pattern here... and I may need help.

I understand there are places to go with this sort of thing.  People that can help.  People who have been in the same boat, and were willing to admit they have a problem.  Those people supposedly like to help others who have the same issues...

I am told that the first thing I need to do, is ADMIT that I have a problem.  I think I am ready to do this, with the help of the kind, loving, warm-hearted people of the EBW blog section.

It is still tough to think that I am one of the people that has fallen into this category of people that i used to make fun of.  I also really do not look forward to going out and seeking help for this issue.  It will require me doing work i do not want to do.  Going places I do not want to go, and listening to stories and spending money that I would rather not.

BUT... regardless, I think it is finally time to take the first step.

So here I go... live in front of all of you I am going to admit that I have a serious problem that needs attention right away, not only for my sanity, but also for the well-being of my wife, and family, and home, and most of all... my feet.

So here goes....
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crap this is harder than I thought.......
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I need a fucking refrigerator in my master bedroom!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Am I right?  How many fucking trips have I made to the goddamn fridge for beer, when the whole time I could have just had a cool little fridge in my room!?!?!?!?!


Now what is my next move???


I wish there was a list of steps to take to remedy this, like a 10-step program to buying a small fridge for your bedroom.

I guess I will start attending some craigslist meetings, and maybe get a "appliance purchasing counselor" to help guide me down the right path.

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Thank you guys for listening and being such good e-friends.  I really appreciate you guys helping me get this off my back, finally.  I have battled long and hard with this secret issue of mine, and now it is time to come clean.

HD