Looks like I'll be making awkward and inappropriate passes at women for the foreseeable future until this mid-life ******** blows over. Oh goody, just what I always wanted to be - a sex pest.

Body has fully accepted the prozac now. So much so that I've not even taken today's yet and it's now past 8pm. That's how I ended up with drawers full of it to start with. Note to self - take meds, stop being a creep, no-one gives a ****.

Have also agreed to meet with another old friend from years ago. Male this time so no further complications. Can just work on gaining back friends. My life is empty after long term depression and I need to fill it with things.