Tomorrow there will be no more cheating. Grabbing for that old habit has become too easy. I hate the end of a weekend.
I have caught myself trying to make up for lost time. Has everything been for the wrong reason? Maybe it is time to step back once again.
One day at a time does not seem to be working for me. It goes by too fast and then it is wasted.
The heat is setting in. My stomach churns but food has become a turn off.
My mellow mood has been interrupted. It is four in the morning. If I sleep now I will sleep for eight hours. This is plenty for now.
An unexpected meteor storm still carries on outside. My breath can be seen in the night air. The last few days have been peaceful.