Brandon Beal

Last night around 10 I found myself pouring a glass a milk with seven Oreos (sweets are my thing) in front of me.  Just before the first dunk, I realized that it’s not the cookies fault, it was my choice.  I remember hearing a calm relaxed yet stern voice asking what I was doing.  I poured the milk back in the gallon, took my PM supplement, and went to bed.

Thank you for your help.