1 (day 3) I am sooo unhappy, I don't care if I live or die, I am going to have a fucking drink!
2 (day 6) I am out of my normal context, I can do this here and keep it out of my "ordinary life"
Anyway, the situation reminds me of this poem, bit cliched now maybe, but I'm putting it up on the kitchen wall!
There?s A Hole In My Sidewalk
? by Portia Nelson
Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost? I am helpless.
It isn?t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don?t see it.
I fall in again.
I can?t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn?t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in? it?s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault? I get out immediately.
Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter Five
I walk down another street.
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