January 24th, 2003

I go to my vision test appointment. I sit down and they stick electrodes with glue to my head. I look like a Martian. I joke with the technician that I hear radio from London through my head. She makes me stare at a screen with a red dot in the middle one eye at a time. It has black and white boxes that change patterns and check my responses from my brain. I finish and she wipes the glue from my head. I go back to work and finish the day. I feel really good today and not so tired. Again it’s Friday, so I go out. I have a great time and once again after bar and stay out with Melanie. I don't know where I find the energy, but it seems to once again drown my worries and the obvious situation.