It was a good day. Had some social time with friends and went for a long walk in the park. In other news, my addict voice keeps coming around, trying to make me forget what I knew so clearly a week ago. No! I can’t just have a few! I want the whole bottle (and then some)! It was worse last time, and it seemed like I might be trapped forever. Always thinking I would have less or that I’ll quit tomorrow. Not even enjoying it, really, most of the time. Always chasing that perfect feeling that only sometimes shows up. No, I’m not having it anymore! I’m done.