04-02-2017, 06:23 AM
1 hybrid, 1 ultrasonic, .FLAC, soundbar, aux connector, moderate volume.
Sticking with A. I have plenty of healing/clearing identifiers going on, so I won't be switching to B on Day 32.
Last two nights I've had enough to drink to be inebriated, but not like before. Before, if I was going to have more than just a few, I went all in. Either way, less, but something is happening here. I hadn't drank in a few months, at least. So Friday night it was, "Huh, haven't had wine in awhile and it's Friday. Why not drink some wine?" Put away the whole bottle. Last night it was, "The Final Four is on, might as well have a few beers."
Did the potato hack for 5 days - felt in control. Come off the diet, back to overeating and having drinks - losing control. That's it the gist of it.
Having more and more little arguments with my wife. She's (I feel) overly sensitive. I have to walk on eggshells around her right now - it may be pregnancy hormones, I'm not sure. After Fri morning, it makes more sense. Her grandpa, 91 years old, passed away. She knew it might be coming, and she says she's fine with it, but she's been even more emotional, so I'm sure it's affecting her more than she thought. The wake and funeral are out-of-town tomorrow and Tues, so we're going to that. My SIL may be coming with us in our car. Either way, there will be lots of time spent with her and my wife's family in the upcoming few days.
I keep getting myself into situations with forced interactions. I went and got food for my wife from her favorite burger joint. Normally I do the drive thru, but the line was long, so I went inside. Cute chick got off work, and if there was anyone to snipe, it'd be her alone. She went out the door before my food was ready. On my way out, she was coming back in, so I held the door for her. As I held the door, my food slipped out of my hand and landed at her feet. She handed me my food, giggling and smiling, and thanked me for holding the door. I was laughing and thanked her for grabbing my food. That kind of thing.
Dreams have been completely non-sexual. Last night, lucky Duke.Togo got to be the latest guest star. We were on a commando squad, had bad-ass machine guns (like the kind in John Rambo, where Sly cuts people in half with those giant caliber bullets), in some sort of future where we were responsible for protecting and killing some group for some reason. I don't really have specifics, I just know we felt powerful and were having a great time. We also had some crazy military plane that looked like a hardcore, black semi-truck. We were about to go up in the air to scout out the enemy when the dream ended.
Sticking with A. I have plenty of healing/clearing identifiers going on, so I won't be switching to B on Day 32.
Last two nights I've had enough to drink to be inebriated, but not like before. Before, if I was going to have more than just a few, I went all in. Either way, less, but something is happening here. I hadn't drank in a few months, at least. So Friday night it was, "Huh, haven't had wine in awhile and it's Friday. Why not drink some wine?" Put away the whole bottle. Last night it was, "The Final Four is on, might as well have a few beers."
Did the potato hack for 5 days - felt in control. Come off the diet, back to overeating and having drinks - losing control. That's it the gist of it.
Having more and more little arguments with my wife. She's (I feel) overly sensitive. I have to walk on eggshells around her right now - it may be pregnancy hormones, I'm not sure. After Fri morning, it makes more sense. Her grandpa, 91 years old, passed away. She knew it might be coming, and she says she's fine with it, but she's been even more emotional, so I'm sure it's affecting her more than she thought. The wake and funeral are out-of-town tomorrow and Tues, so we're going to that. My SIL may be coming with us in our car. Either way, there will be lots of time spent with her and my wife's family in the upcoming few days.
I keep getting myself into situations with forced interactions. I went and got food for my wife from her favorite burger joint. Normally I do the drive thru, but the line was long, so I went inside. Cute chick got off work, and if there was anyone to snipe, it'd be her alone. She went out the door before my food was ready. On my way out, she was coming back in, so I held the door for her. As I held the door, my food slipped out of my hand and landed at her feet. She handed me my food, giggling and smiling, and thanked me for holding the door. I was laughing and thanked her for grabbing my food. That kind of thing.
Dreams have been completely non-sexual. Last night, lucky Duke.Togo got to be the latest guest star. We were on a commando squad, had bad-ass machine guns (like the kind in John Rambo, where Sly cuts people in half with those giant caliber bullets), in some sort of future where we were responsible for protecting and killing some group for some reason. I don't really have specifics, I just know we felt powerful and were having a great time. We also had some crazy military plane that looked like a hardcore, black semi-truck. We were about to go up in the air to scout out the enemy when the dream ended.
