I had fun at the photoshoot yesterday, although it was a little cold. I was The Musician. So I had a bard-like costume and my guitar with me. Though I think I left my hair brush at the photoshoot. Oops. When I get the link to the blog for The Musician I'll share it.

For my reward for making it til Tuesday, dad's planning on getting me a Fitbit. So I gotta stay strong. But I'm back to being on the hunt for cigarettes. I had a dream last night that I found them. Not that I smoked them, but that I found them. Having them hidden from me is almost as much of a frustration as having them there but not smoking. My brain is just that way. If I can't find something, like a stuffed animal or DVD, then I struggle to find it. I'm struggling not to go to step two, which is to replace it. When I finally get to the point that I'm not craving anymore, I'm going to have mom show me just where she had been hiding them. Even if it takes a year. I swear, I'm not the girl you tell you have a secret then just walk away. I need to know!