I had a decent night last night, but the demon AV was lurking around, and I played with the idea of driving to the store to "get some butter." This would be my excuse for the family, then I'd smuggle a bottle of vodka in and guzzle it down when they went to sleep...
Fortunately, I went to my plan and played cards with my daughter instead. This helped distract me until these thoughts went away. Tomorrow is day 21 and my 3 week mark. Keeping on slow and steady knowing full well it could end in one night of weakness.
