Sat in the library working. God its like wading through treacle Im so slow. Done about a 1000 words but its just not coming. The enthusiasm aint there. Its so dreary....And yes, part of me really would want a drink now. But I know I wouldnt enjoy it. In fact Id be totally gutted and disgusted. Its 1730 and if I can just get through the next dreary hour and a half Ill be home and 'dry' (literally) - in time for yet another AA meeting at 1930. God I really must be hooked if after only 4 days Im thinking about booze.... Oh well, twill soon be time for bed.... How dreary everything seems.... Not crushingly and insanely bad like at the weekend, just dreary and grey. I must however thank God that Im not like I was at the weekend. That was a million times worse than I feel now... Guess Ive just gotta roll with the blues, and keep thanking God that IM NEVER going to let the 'blues' turn black....