I did manage to stay up all night and well into the morning, and I got a good sleep when I finally did go to bed.

But now I gotta think about getting ready for work. I could go in as late as 22:00, but I think that I'll go in at the regular 21:00 and get an extra hour in, since it's gonna be OT anyway, and there are only going to be two people there after 21:00, so if it's at all busy they'll need me.

Karen is going to be off the next week that I'm off, over the 4th of July, so we hope to be able to spend some quality time together. No idea, at this point, what we might do, though.

Karen's sister Debbie will be up this weekend, and they are going to "decorate" the kitchen. I wish that I'd been more ambitious this last week that I was off and would've got some stuff done... O'well. I can still look forward to it, I guess.

I went off of the Prozac a coupla months ago, and I think that I'm starting to feel the effects of that. I'm not really "depressed" but I'm certainly feeling a lot different than I did before. I feel that I'm not nearly as ambitious as I was... that bothers me. I think that I'll start on them again, even though I don't really want to. Not being ambitious means that I get absolutely nothing done, and then I get depressed because I'm so damned lazy, and that can lead to depression. I really want to do stuff, but I can't work up the energy to do it.

That, plus the fact that I really really want to go get a bottle or two of whisky and self-medicate... I've been fighting that feeling for a month or more. I can't let myself fall into that trap again... I've got too much invested in my life and too many people that love me.

But it's been getting harder and harder...

I've been thinking of places to hide the bottle, etc.

So... now I can't do that, now that I've alerted the world. Not like the cigarettes at all... I've built up a tradition of failure there that I need to get away from. I really really want to maintain the tradition of being a non-drinking alcholic.

More tomorrow morning....