And then I promptly fail.
May 1st hit, and there wasn't anything in particular beyond I just had enough and wanted to get back to staying up all night like I 'should' and...finally am back on the road. I've had a few nights where I slid back to the old ways of the last year, but I think feeling sick and sore is an okay excuse. ;)
And it's felt good to get back to this. My old habits which I had to shift because of the way I was doing it instantly went back to the way they were. I feel like I'm getting shit done, such as it is with my life. It's still an uphill battle, and I feel groggy at 3am, but I'm mostly fighting through. Of course, then I remember that half the time I end up taking a nap half out of boredom than any real tiredness, since there's no one to talk to anymore. =P
I feel almost normal again.