Wow! I think I had one of the best sleeps last night that I can remember in a long time. I went to bed about 11:30 and woke up around 10:30. I never sleep like that. Usually I can't sleep past 8. I did enjoy it anyway, I was tired from the meeting the other night. I removed my freind from here yesterday. I was finding that I was getting way to caught up in her problems and stuff. I don't even  really know her except through here, chats, and talking on the phone, but I found I was becoming to preocupied about it during my day. I have lots I need to do with my recovery, and I want to stay focused on that. I'm really feeling so good lately, and getting healthy again. That feeling like an old man seems to have gone. I like what I see in the mirror now, and I can smile at myself. The problem with Tim is bugging me still. I don't hardly talk to him now. I don't like what he does, and I hate his bullshitting, thinking that he's fooling me. My mind is thinking many things about him. Perhaps getting amunition for when that time comes. I'm very good at handling things like this, but I like to have solid things I can say. There's plenty without building more. It just seems to be one of those things you know you have to do, but you want to wait for just the right time. He payed me to the twenty third, because I told him I wanted him to stay ahead in the rent, but so far he thinks he's just going to do things his way. He never offered money yesterday, and I know he was smoking crack. I seen his pipe when I got home, and then when he went out it was gone. He came home late, so I know he was out doing it. My landlord came over last night to collect the money. He and I know each other pretty good. He knows my struggles with addiction. i got talking to him about things. Showed him Tims room, with the empty dope packages, the rolled up papers for snorting. My landlord isn't one to do anything about stuff like that, but I did just want to talk to someone about it. I was thinking later that I should tell Tim that the Landlord came over to check something in his room and we seen stuff, but I'm not going to lie about it. I check his room because it's my place, and I want to know what's going on it it. Period. I don't care if people think it's snooping. If I suspect anything at all, I'm going to look, and I've been around far too long for someone to play with me. Sometimes I wonder if Tim's plain stupid, or his thinking is just really fucked up. At times he straight out lies to my face about things I know, and it seems so stupid. I almost feel like saying, "Tim come here. " and take him in his room, pick up the baggies and say, "Now tell me that again." Last night I was listening to a speaker tape from C.A. Tim was getting ready to go out, he pretended like he was starting to listen to it. Seemed like he was trying to come across like he knew recovery or something. I just sat listening with my back to him on purpose, not saying a word. That's when he left and I checked and seen he took his pipe with him. I just don't want him around, or anything to do with him anymore. I want my place back to where I know when I come in, it's going to be peaceful. After all, that's what a home is supposed to be. Well, off to the market. Mayby even buy a steak today. Not sure about that. Beef seems to be so expensive, and I find it hard to jutify spending the money. Mayby some good chicken. Well see. Anyway, I feel good and off to a good start. Later.