Good morning, all.
Day 5.
It's time to start thinking about tomorrow and start laying in reinforcements for the incessant nagging of the addiction that started to stir last night.
There is no reason to be afraid.
It's a bottle, an inanimate object.
The contents are toxic, but if not ingested, they are entirely innocuous to me.
The addiction puffs itself up to try to intimidate me, but it's a ridiculous thing.
Like an insect that's threatened by a human, rearing up on it's hind legs - just doing what nature intends it to do to ensure its own survival. Poor thing has no idea I can squash it or simply walk away, because it has no concept of the magnitude of me.
Good Thursday to one and all.