It's Sunday and I got to work for a 7-4 shift when the boss exclaimed "Why are you here?". Oh, I can go home to paint in a flash and that's what I did. Some mix-up on the work computer and I love it. As I got on the freeway a blinking overhead sign read, "Right lane closed 3 miles ahead".
My next thought popped into my head faster than a blink. It was "How am I going to get to the casino then?". Consciously, I had not even calculated that 3 miles ahead was the turnoff to my favorite frequently attended casino. It's been 317 days since I've been there.
My brain, directed by my disease, calculated it and alerted me in the off chance I would respond and be lured back to that bad habit. It's a good thing I've replaced that time consuming, money eating, life changing, brain altering disease with other activities.
So, I'm off to paint with my friend.
COUNT WITH JANE________ I count the days without a visit to the casino and share my gambling history.
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