March 11
It’s amazing what sixteen and a half hours of sleep can do. Although it was a little hard to get out of bed this morning, right now I’m in the shower, feeling fine. The coffee’s brewing in the kitchen. Vivaldi’s playing on the radio, letting me know spring is just around the corner, and yesterday’s depression seems like a distant memory.
Today will be different. A new beginning. I read somewhere that coke isn’t physically addictive. (Wonder how many Internet sites I had to go through to find that one person out of a jillion who claimed that.) I just need to tough it out. Give it a few weeks and it’ll be easier.
Right?
Besides, my checkbook is a mess. Payday’s still ten days off, and I have about $53 to get me through.
But I’ll worry about that later. Today—a new beginning. I
