SOBER - DAY 6 - didn’t last night, either

 Despite last night’s entry, didn’t drink then either. 

The day is still young tho 6:49am

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10:18 PM

Was going to Cardiff Lounge to see Audiobender. Had forty bucks but spent it on meat. Plenty of carbs from free food giveaways Friday and Saturday. 

Hid the bottle downstairs. Schnapps too tempting. 

Got onboarding to do. Finally got OnePoint to launch Workday and I STILL don’t see all the docs they say I need. 

But I am tired of fighting with Dad over his router. I got no where to go and. O one with who. I can confide

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Oh yeah about this. Or king …

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