Two

Weather's gastly, TV's terrible, ISA setup attempt no. 2 seems to have done nothing whatsoever, but I'm still grasping tightly onto the sides of this wagon, refusing to fall off. Tomorrow it will be 5 weeks exactly since I've had a drink. The first week was horrible and full of pain, confusion and sickness. But my mind is clear now, I feel clean and positive. No grass either. Rosehip teas and cigarettes are my only vice now.