7:30am — Thursday did not end very well. I KNEW I would regret grabbing a couple beers at Tuesday’s. Of course, I WAS only there until 10. — Sara and I then got into a another fight. We sinned against each other. “God, I repent of my error; I fall helpless into your arms. I am author, executor, and victim of my sin. In this calm, sober moment, I desperately crave the longings I once had for You. PLEASE forgive this wretched sinner. Tonight I will not drink at all. I will make out passionately with Sara. God, ONLY with your help!”