Another sober Friday. This week had some uncomfortable surprises. I feel unwilling to get involved so I did'nt. I don't feel like getting upset because someone else is on a trip. I have changed. I am growing , finally.
I had an anxiety dream last night but instead of it being about drinking it was about butter. I was at the grocery store and all they had was margarine. I was digging in the refrigerator section. No butter. I woke up stressed out. While I was drinking coffee I thought ,"My God, I've become Paula Deen" I am such a weirdo when I'm sober.