Last day of March. 25 days for me now, alcohol- and meth-free. Today I had by far the worst meth craving I have ever had, right in the middle of a presentation for my class; guessing the stress and stage fright might have been to blame. I knew my subject, but I ended up tripping over some words ("prorochthofenid"... argh!!! I should know that one
) and I don't think I sounded confident. Oh well. At least I didn't run out after class and get drugs. Stress, it's a killer, sir.