The good...I went 126 days without gambling.
The bad...this past Friday I finally gave in to the little monkey on my back and drove the fifty miles to the nearest casino and in I went.
After four months the place felt very familiar to me (although I had never been to this casino before) the lights the sounds the excitement all got to me. Like a lost soul in the hot desert sun I was able to drink a little cool water. It felt good. So I played and lost. I returned on Saturday. And this time I won back my money and more. You know how this plays out so I won't go into details.
Somehow I don't feel guilty about this episode.After all I did go 126 days without water. My oasis in hell you might say.
I really don't know whats next for me. We'll see i suppose.
Que sera sera.