I spent the night with my boyfriend. Mom dropped by in a panic this morning thinking I wasn't okay, because I was late calling her. My apartment is full of food, which I'm happy about. I'm doing a grunge thing with my hair. I can't seem to finish a game of chess with my boyfriend, I get upset that my boyfriend seems to be winning and I give up. I donated money to a dive bar/music venue, because my mom talked to me about it and convinced me it was a good idea. Which now I regret, because I'm sober and I supported a bar, instead of giving that money to keeping people sober and saving their lives. I'm sort of pissed off at my mom about that, but mostly at myself for letting her convince me to give money to a bar when I'm in recovery. She thinks it's fine and sweet and cool and everything and that I did nothing wrong, because they have music.