I fell off the Mountain Dew wagon today.  I'd been doing so good.  I hadn't had a can since the beginning of June.  Today I couldn't take it any more.  I was going to have a taco for lunch and thought about how good a cold Dew would taste washing down its hot spiciness and the next thing I knew, I was in the car on the way to the grocery store.  I have no idea how I got there, it was like my body moved under it's own power and my brain had nothing to do with it.  On the ride over, I thought of other things I needed to pick up at the store so I could justify the trip and in a last grasp at willpower, decided that I wouldn't pay full price for the Dew.  If it wasn't on sale, I had to pass it by.  Wouldn't you know it, 24 pks were on special, all I needed was a coupon, which I found while rummaging through the store flyer someone had left lying by the entrance.  So, I threw it in my cart, grabbed some bread and milk to make it look good, then headed for the checkout.  But, I'm not going to have a can every day.  It's just going to be a special treat.  Because I can stop any time I want to.  Really.

Girl, you got a monkey on your back, sure enough.