Whatever I was riding last weekend is tapering off, and my medicine still hasn't kicked in (nor am I really expecting it to, not for at least a few more days).

Last night I suffered another bout with emotional distress, caused by my usual problems with the longer shifts I have on Tuesdays and Thursdays, coupled with coming home to yet more packing and sorting boxes in a lonely and uncomfortably hot house. It wouldn't be so bad if I had company. I didn't make a whole lot of progress, partly because of those problems, and partly because one of the boxes I was sorting contained a lot of memories.

Among other things, I found some cards I recieved when I graduated high school, old books thought long lost, and a TV book from 1994. As it turns out, this Friday is the ten-year anniversary of the original local broadcast of the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. I remember what we were doing that night and the next day, because we made it an event.

I'm still waking up an hour or two early (it's almost as though my body knows what time I set the alarm for and refuses to wait that long, regardless of when I go to bed), tense and so forth. I seem to be losing weight (which isn't such a bad thing, as long as it doesn't get out of hand), but that may be partially because I'm walking more to get from my car to work every day, lugging boxes and furniture around, and so forth.

I was going to go over to Mom's last night but by the time Randy or Mom would've gotten home from work, I was getting sleepy and had to go to bed (on MWF my shift starts earlier). Perhaps I'll go hang out tonight, or maybe Ray and Stacy will want to do something after they bring over boxes. I really should move some more stuff and break down my computer desk, though.

Today I made the mistake of looking up the side effects of my new medicine, and came across people complaining about how it was useless or counter-productive. That was a bit distressing, but it was mitigated by the fact that I know at least two people on the same drug or a variant thereof, and neither seems to be complaining, and at least one is almost enthusiastic about it's benefits. Trust people you know more than people on the net.

I think that I might move my clocks, clothes, groceries, toiletries, pillows, and the mattress for my futon over to the new place tonight so that I can sleep in relative comfort. Possibly will also bring the cat so that she can start getting used to it.