I overslept so didn't go to the NA meeting tonight. It didn't really have anything to do with the chronic fatigue, but more with messing up my routine the past couple of days. I want my old weight back and I'm working on it. I know I'll have alot more energy then too, not having to carry all this weight around, it sucks. Not much is going on. I get tonight off which is cool. I woke up at 7:30pm and now I'm wide awake as I usually am working graveyard and will be for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is my one day shift, so I get to see the daylight for a little bit. Jeff called me tonight. We talked on the phone for almost 2 hrs. He's in this writing class in college, but having a hard time because most of the students are like 18-19 years old, not our age at all. Although the instructor appreciated Jeff's play, it was like the rest of the class just didn't get it, so I told him, dude the number one rule in writing is that there are no rules. As long as you don't turn in some half assed assignment it's all good. Jeff and I are a completely different age group from those young kiddies and of course what they see, hear, and appreciate in the form of plays and stories are likely to be as different as our ages, but like I said before it's all good. Talking to Jeff was like an NA meeting in itself because it's said that when 2 or more recovering addicts get together or talk, it's a meeting.
