12:03 PM: As a year of sobriety draws near, I can sense subtle stirrings of the old daemon. Powerless at current, but patient and persistent, inevitably prevailing in the past. As it stands, this day, the probability of me succumbing to my succubus is near zero, regardless of the circumstance. Doing so would rob me of the somewhat arbitrary, but greatly desired one-year temporal target of sobriety that I am so close to. However, after that has passed, it is hard to tell where my head will be. I worry about what lines of rationalization I will be open to, or possibly even welcome.
