So overall, eh, it was okay, I can't say I want anymore cookies right now, thankfully. I'm ready to go back into prison. I know if I kept going I'd get addicted because that's what sugar and chocolate do to you. So I'm ready for some walls to protect me. sorry, like I said I'm having fun with this. It kind of fits the situation: You try to stay in prison as long as possible. Well, how easy it that? Probably not so easy. That reflects reality pretty well for a lot of people I think. When you leave prison it's probably both a happy and sad event. When you go back in, maybe it's happy, maybe sad, maybe both. At least maybe you don't have so much negative judgment against yourself---what's to judge about leaving prison? It turns the shame on its head.
Update the next morning: Last night I stepped out of prison again to sample a few more things: Let's see, a small piece of white bread (from a "demi-baguette") with a dab of jam, a small bowl of spaghetti noodles with tomato sauce, a few lightly salted peanuts, 2 pieces of chocolate, and a few lightly salted chips. Really, not a binge of any sort, just some taste tests (it was okay, nothing to write home about). But boy do I feel different today. wow, what a reminder. truly fascinating. the chocolate interfered with my sleep. I definitely look forward to returning to prison today, and feeling normal again tomorrow. Interesting too how I conveniently forgot about the consequences even though I've experienced this plenty of times to remember. That's the power of addiction. I hate to be stark but that's what it feels like to me. Well, I have too many things to do to think about it anymore. Have a great day everyone. I plan to despite my brain fog!