Sunday was an awful day. I took an Advil and tried to go to the gym, where I put in 5 minutes before stepping off the ET and then barely managed to do my OT stuff before going home and collapsing into bed again.

I accomplished nothing except a new record for most hours spent sleeping on a Sunday.

I even managed to sleep through most of the night with only a few weird dreams about fencing, The Man from U.N.C.L.E. and living in a converted mall.

At the moment, I'd give one hell of a lot for an M&M as it would be the equivalent of the "hair of the dog that bit me". A little chocolate would, I suspect, take the edge off. However, my past experience is that going cold turkey is (in the long run) more likely to be successful than tapering off.

Days of detox:
chocolate = 1
sugar = 1
caffeine = 2

Addendum: When I reached work, I remembered that I'd left a bag of M&Ms at my desk. It's in the wastebasket. Let's see if I can make it through the day without digging it out. I was also gifted with a Dove dark chocolate.

Whimper.