I’m staring down the barrel of a horrible craving. The springy post I wrote this morning seems aeons away. How can I have been so upbeat then? I feel awful now.
I am not going to drink.
Soon, I will make supper. I wanted to do some work, but I can’t focus. There’s still some gin in the house – I know! Throw it out! – and I unscrewed it to smell it. That was at about midday.
I don’t want to undo my good five days. I don’t want to be this person who sniffs gin and paces the kitchen unable to focus.