And I'm not talking about a music group or a piece of chocolate. Wish I were. Since that one thought I had last weekend, things have been gradually building, and I think they still are. I am getting more tempted to do things that I know I shouldn't. It's not like that one weekend four weeks ago, but I worry that it could get there. Something like this is unpredictable. Maybe it won't get any worse. Maybe it will. For now I debate with myself on what to do. It feels almost as though it would be fun to do these things. I know it wouldn't be fun, really, but maybe just like it's something that I feel I should do--even though I know I shouldn't. I don't know. I'm going to try and distract myself tonight and go to the book store. They usually have local bands playing on Friday nights. I haven't been there for one of these little concerts for a while. Maybe it will do some good. Cya later.