My energy is in the C-R-A-P-P-E-R

I know that sounds harsh, but damn it, that’s how I feel.

I won’t lie, this past weekend was rough. I felt like I was back in my early recovery days, where it was hard just to get out of bed in the morning and all I wanted to do was sleep. Saturday morning I managed to drag myself out of bed at 10:30am (and I probably could’ve slept for another 2 or 3 hours).

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