Day 45, but for majority of the time I've stopped counting. I've not given in. But sometimes not giving in to it propels me in another direction of destruction so is it really a success? There seem to be so many things that my mind, and sometimes my body, craves. It needs to condense everything and let it come spewing out like an overflow valve. Things are most certainly mundane at present, mostly externally though. I think when things are particularly mundane on a day to day basis is probably when my mind feels the madness. I can't cope with the boredom of walking through the day, thinking and feeling nothing. That's when it starts to tunnel into a void of change.