Today marks 2184 days, or 312 weeks, or six years, without a drink of alcohol. Good job. There is no one who would be able to live through any of this, live like this, let alone stop drinking like that, while in this hell. There will not be a single "way to go," for the usual reasons--and the one big reason--but screw all of those people, man. They're nothing. They don't matter. They are bad people. Human ghosts who aren't even really alive. But you did this, and that matters, and when you get to where you are going, remember that you wouldn't have if you didn't do everything you do now every day, week in, week out. You'll be able to look back on the entries from these years, and say "that. That. That. That. That. That. That. That." As in, "That is why all of this has happened, what the world sees before it now. Because I did that, then." These days are the days of everything. Try to see as much. And have faith in what is to come.
Wrote two stories this morning. Let's go run some stairs.