A cute name you have for your alcoholism.
...until your liver has finished living.*
* And when a thinger stops thinging, that's it.
Because that's its thing.
A liver lives.
And you live because your liver lives.
You are a liver because of your liver.
And you won't be living without a living liver.
(Unless a new liver is delivered.)
And even then, maybe not.
Sorry if this got too negative.
You are statistically much less likely to die in a liver transplant surgery than you are in a drunk driving accident.