Blah

2.7.25

The last couple of days I have felt pretty blah. I don’t know if the weather is a contributing factor, but several of my friends have said it has been making them feel depressed. Nothing particularly eventful happened at work but I am ready for the week to be over. One. More. Day. I woke up at 3:30 this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. I finally folded my growing bed, I mean pile, of laundry. Who knew I had so many clothes to wear without digging through my bed closet? Maybe the Pharmacy Tech who pissed me off Wednesday night had a point in asking if I could afford my prescription.

Knowing I get to hang out with friends tonight at the alumni meeting always cheers me up, I love my service position of greeting everyone, possibly threatening their lives if they don’t sign in, and visiting with them. I’m not thrilled about sharing my 90-day sobriety success story again; I don’t think it will be coming from the heart, more of a sense of duty. I’m sure nothing I want to say will come out of my face hole and whatever does will not make sense. Silver lining – tonight is the first alumni meeting of the month, which means Stacks on Stacks, baby! Alumni take over a diner and inhale pancakes after the meeting. Rehab alumni gone wild on a Friday night. Sweet baby Jesus I have to laugh. Never in my wildest dreams would I have pictured this is my life.