It's my seventh day sober. I feel normal, or about as close to normal as I get. I really thought it would be worse than this. I thought I'd be moodier, but really I think I'm a bit more stable. I have a whole lot more energy, and feel more "in tune". My attention span seems broader, and my memory seems to be on its way back to normal. I'm surprised at how much it has affected my sleeping habits. I'm in bed earlier, and have been waking up without the help of an alarm clock, which has never happened before. I recall probably 5 times as much detail from my dreams as before, which is great, except I've been getting memories from my dreams mixed up with memories from real life. Sort of confusing.

On the negative side of things, I'm a lot more anxious these days. I'm hoping it will pass, but I dunno. I think a lot of it stems from boredom. I really need a new hobby, but I've been feeling sort of apathetic towards any potential prospects. The closest thing to a new hobby I have found is getting drunk more often, which is not exactly how I would like to resolve my problems. Maybe it's time for me to get a chick.

I've been thinking a lot about going back to school, and it's beginning to seem more and more appealing. It's something to do other than work and sit in this chair check slashdot.org umpteen times a day. I'm still pretty clueless as to what I want to go to school for. Maybe being sober will help me get back in touch with the things that I am good at. I guess we'll see.

Anyhow, I apologize for this remarkably dull and humorless post. Ah, who cares. I get about 2 hits a week on my blog these days, and I'm not surprised or concerned about it. But, if you're reading this far, I appreciate it and hope that you'll check out some of my higher-quality posts. LOL