Over the last few months I think a lot of this repressed stuff has been vented enough for me to realize how bored I am now. I have a sense of home in this house, and in my head out there. Someone mentioned a multifaceted personality to me, about me. That made me think. I guess it is true. I am more than a nurse, and long term patient of his shrinkness. I feel more visible now that I can see, and accept what, and who I am.

A part from an addictive personality, I do have a fair idea of what and who I like. I am a sucker for poker machines, and ciggies. I know keeping away from poker machines is a must. Ciggies are here to stay ATM. And my recent addiction was booze. For the last couple of weeks I was putting a wee drop of whiskie in my coffee once every 2-1 days. Yesterday I began to put some in my coke. I'm a cheap as drunk, so I got the 'hit' within ten minutes. Warning bells went off then, and now I have added booze to my addiction list. No more! Scary stuff!

On a brighter note, the self has become more known to me while hiding under this rock for the last few months. In that time I have been forced to look at me; my likes in music, and art. I like a laugh, and tend to react to a dry sense of humour. I am attracted to unassuming folk with the same interests as mine. I like intelligent, insightful people; 'artists,' I think we are called.

Come to think of it, my likes haven't ever really changed since I was a kid, rather they have been fed and watered in therapy as a part of the undoing of my families effect on me.