My apologies for being absent.
Didn't cave, didn't have money, transportation, or the time.
Rolled out of bed yesterday and spent from that moment until three in the morning working, only stopping to eat and take bathroom breaks. Had to work on the car. Wrong parts. So, I started work on the three computers I've got to work on.
Problem, problem, problem. I finally got one diagnosed, and sat down to watch a few minutes of Twilight at three in the morning.
I didn't even think about dip yesterday. Working my ass off is a great deterrent.
As a consequence of running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I really don't care to think about dip today either. Rolling out of bed on four hours of sleep and not really being able to think much at all anyway is also a good deterrent, but it can't be good for you... or safe, since I still have a car to put back together.
'boob'Â - I want a digital wrist watch that will display this as the background to the watch face... Wait, I just got a better idea...
You are one giant sack of shit excuse, aren't you?
Sounds like your Twilight viewing could have been replaced with a good KTC viewing. Probably takes less time to post roll too.
If anybody wasn't already, we should all be convinced now. I think your just like that Marlene chick on fight club that goes to support groups because she's psycho and all effed up in the head.
What time is your cervical cancer support group tonight?
That's enough, sir. I don't need the insults.
I'm doing just fine at avoiding the crave, and haven't come anywhere near caving.
Even seeing someone buying a can makes me want to take it from them and pour it out on the floor... Just the sight of it makes me sick!
I have NO IDEA how I EVER wound up doing that nasty shit in the first place.
'bang head' Why the hell did I ever think that shit would be fun, or cool, or any of that shit?
My mouth is a mound of sores, and I can barely eat as it is.
That shit was absolutely fucking awful.
I'd never seen Twilight, didn't watch more than a half hour, and don't remember any of it now because I was too tired. I do have a job to do, my only source of income is working on these computers and working on cars. I'm trying very hard to meet a deadline, here.
I'm also kind of lost on how to post roll... I can't comprehend it. I'm not really all that fit to drive without about four cups of coffee in me either... I don't crave, but the dip fog is horrendous. I've never felt so disconnected or mind numbed... Reminds me of when I quit smoking reefer after doing it every day for four months... It's like... like you're not even in reality, you're just a spectator.
I can deal with everything else, but I treasure my mental ability most of all, and...
To be honest, not being able to use my mind as i usually do... I really just want to fucking punch something, repeatedly, as hard as I can. Fuck this shit, man. Why the fuck did ANY OF US ever put this shit in our brains? If we'd known that the moment we quit we'd start going through this purifying hell, would we have ever started in the first place?
