Today seems the most "normal" out of all the days so far. Seems like today even though I still really upset about all the things I've lost it seems like I should rather focus on all the things I still have. I'm super pissed about loosing the work knives but maybe I'll earn them back somehow. Tomorrow will be my first solid sober week at work. I'm stressed the fuck out about it and excited too.  Each moment of the day is a fucking struggle but seeing our neighbor Jim is perpetual motivation.