That was a long 40 days. This is the first Friday in memory where I didn't feel compelled to get wasted. It was in the back of my mind. Those thoughts are always lurking around but today I didn't feel depressed about it.
There's a great song lyric that keeps going through my mind: "When life looks like easy street there is danger at your door.".
I can't get trapped by thinking "I feel better now ... I should reward myself with some beer and the drug du jour".