Day Zero.
I was so sick with hangover, I forced a few drinks in after class, which means a half hour after midnight.
Tonight I expect the sweats, tossing and turning. I told my husband last night I'm going to try quitting again. When I went to work, I see he dumped everything, including hidden bottles, I didn't know about. I take that as support, or maybe he's joining me. We'll, here we go!
I have some new books to read. One is about the human mind, another about how humans aren't as violent as old days. Hopefully enlightening books.