Sunday 6/30/24
Today marks 2912 days, or 416 weeks, or eight years, without a drink. It's actually more than that, but I miscounted along the way and instead of sometime in May it's now at the end of June.
My primary motivation has been the evil, bigoted people of publishing. Same with the running of the stairs, which I've now been doing for most of those eight years and have not missed so much as a single day of in several months. For all that I must endure and all that I must overcome. And also for my art. So I can keep making it for as long as possible. And finally so I can live as long as possible when I am out of this situation and have all that I deserve.
This is one of the Lake Bluff softball shirts my sister sent me because my niece Lilah plays softball and I wanted to show some support on account that she is very sweet and sensitive. Also, the older kids think I have a favorite in my buddy Amelia. And while Amelia and I are very much buddies and everyone knows it, I think all of them are great. I was told that the photo made Lilah happy. I will finally be sending them "The Bird" tomorrow. More on what has happened with that later.
