Oh, Mike was perfect for the occasion.

He was perfect!

I mean it! I LOVED it all, in my very sick way.

Especially the last words he wrote to me, by text, which were "U R a whore and you make me sick and I mean it"

Look, just because your BEST friend knew better than you how to send a girl out in style (because he at least pretended to believe me when I said that it was THE END) is no reason to resent me. And we did let you watch, you ingrate!

I wrote back that it was "all good" or something gay like that. I mean, that's how good it was.

Funny, I thought I wrote a post here on Saturday night in which I counted up the hours and came up with 56.

56!

I wasn't playin'!

Maybe I was in the middle of writing it when my sister and my best friend came over to collect me.

I have four days.

My sobriety date is May 6th.

I have a babysitter. I'm not pretending like I don't need one. I'm not allowed to visit my apartment unescorted, and that was my idea. I've thought twice about that idea, and damn I want a crack at those Steel Reserves that are sitting in my fridge, but then I thought a third time about that idea, and I have still refrained from getting off at the Media exit on my way home from work. It almost killed me this afternoon not to get off there. Killed me.

Went to my first meeting in 4 months.

Have a temporary sponsor- ALREADY!- named Lexa.

Still have a job.

Sitter is home. Later.

Hi Chris!