I made it! I saw the end of another bad year, only this time sober. Had a lot of help; used a lot of cell minutes. But I’m at the café with my 42 days sober. It’s not that it wasn’t without its temptations.
I ventured out last night for hard candy. Came across several couples, dressed to the hilt, going into bars and restaurants. Wanted to join them. Wasn’t dressed for it, but it didn’t matter. Jut wanted a shot of Jack.
That’s when I started making phone calls, and it worked. I got a hold of a sponsor (not mine, but what the hey) on the third call. Felt better afterwards.
No resolutions! I’ve got too much on my plate trying to stay sober to deal with things like loosing weight, getting a better job, exercise more, etc. Screw that noise. 2006 will be my first full year of sobriety; okay, I guess that constitutes a resolution.
Must leave, coffee shop is closing…or not. It’s noon, when they said they’d close on New Year’s Day, and like twenty people just walked in. Well, I’m not going to contribute to their unexpected rush. I’ll see you tomorrow.