Well, here I am again, at work.  My three-day holiday weekend turned into just three more work days, and I have no one to blame but myself. 

My counselor is working with me to limit my new addiction, which is workaholism.  Not going as well as he'd like it to, it seems.  And I'm all jacked up on caffeine from coffee and Diet Dr Pepper.

What did I give up to feed this addiction?  Well, Janiusz and I had been planning to go downtown to Hart Plaza for the Detroit International Jazz Festival.  Haven't made it yet.  But I did manage to get over to The Little Fella's place for a cookout. 

It's not that I'm so ambitious that I just HAVE to work.  I think it's just another way of avoiding -- avoiding boredom, etc.  If I keep busy at work I don't have to think about other things.  Like how much life sucks.

If I do manage to get out of here this afternoon, maybe I'll catch a band or two.  Wish me luck.

"It has been my experience that one cannot, in any shape or form, depend on human relations for lasting reward. It is only work that truly satisfies."
     -- Bette Davis (1908 - 1989), The Lonely Life, 1962

As for that Facebook thing (q.v.), well ... it's a trip, that's for sure.  It's rather like real-time gang-blogging.