I went through something somewhat similar last year around this time. I’d get home from work and go to bed and sleep for 14 hours and self medicated with alcohol.

Beer. And the last half a quart of cheesy pumpkin soup I got from the local restaurant.

GUYS! I haven’t smoked since MONDAY and I’m so excited, and proud of myself, and I want to shout it from the goddamn rooftops I’m so proud of myself. Ahhh.