Georgia, the prison state

OK, Georgia is not a prison, but I can't get out. It's not border control problems or travel restrictions. Mostly, it's laziness, probably induced by Couchsurfing. It's hard to give up free accomodation in a comfortable environment. Plus, the weather here only just started to get good, so now I'm outside a bit more instead of running from viaduct to viaduct and drinking (even clubbing, god help me) at night. Last night, I vowed not to drink again. I failed. Tonight, I am going to try and see Verdi's Requiem, which is on at the opera house here. If it's sold out, I guess I'll just go to a bar.