It’s 1:30 am. I was lying in bed, not wanting to go to sleep. I wonder if my employees are incompetent or if I’m a terrible supervisor. I could cry. I’m worried about the aftermath of the election and how there are scary extremists on both sides of the fence. I am lacking in human contact and I feel for anyone who lives alone during a pandemic. I think I would go insane.
One good thing is that I haven’t smoked in 78 days. Last time I relapsed at Day 76. I won’t relapse this time. Hell, it’s literally one of the only things that I can control right now.
