Sunday, April 17, 2016


So the urge to commit homicide (I.e. smoke a cigarette) was wicked this afternoon and evening, and that's strange since it's been 98 hours or so now. But you know, cravings are real.

I took Vivian and visited my sponsee. Afterwards, Vivian and I suited up and went to the pool for a bit, then grabbed some Chinese after for dinner. At home we cleaned up, made some calls, watched an episode of The Flash and cleaned some more. Clothes were sorted, hung p, and some scheduled for donations. I'm still with the urges, but proud of myself anyway.