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I have two friends coming into town tomorrow night, old friends from Omaha. It's going to be weird hanging out with Omaha people without doing what we do best: drinking. Man. I'm wishing I could go out with them and drink some craft beers, the expensive ones that taste delicious and hoppy.

I didn't take any Campral yesterday. I wanted to see how I felt on my own. It was ok, but towards the end of the night when I was sad (I often get sad at night for some reason - I wake up happy and typically fall asleep sad). I kept thinking about how nice it would be to get drunk. So I went to bed after taking a dose of the Campral and an anxiety pill. I think I might have been a little extra sad because of the exchange my ex and I had. It was pleasant, no hard feelings, it just made me sad because I have to find closure and part of me doesn't want to. That's me clinging to hope, and it's just going to hold me back from growing the way I need to right now.

Throat hurts. I'm coming down with the cold the kid I watch has. Feeling cruddy. 

Three more days till I hit a month sober!