12:26 AM (June 11): I am withstanding the seas of spite with varying degrees of success. I was pretty upset this evening and I have not smoked, which is not insignificant. I even exercised the presence of mind to repeatedly remind myself that a successful night at the gym with my dog was better than a failed night at home with my bitch. Of course, if I wanted to be a grown-up, I could have enjoyed time with both my bitches, but I am fairly certain I was right in the argument and, apparently, that’s what counts, regardless of the lack of good sense in it.
