5 weeks.
Cheated a couple times this past week. But I am at 258 still. Maybe less now. Hopefully. I am closer to getting out. Starting over but getting out. I cannot wait. Now I have this wish; this hope; this dream. It's a low-lit bar. Not a meat market but an actual cocktail bar where people are there to enjoy the drink. There she is, across the room, also alone. I ask the bartender to give her a drink. We talk. We start over. That'd be great.