Needs moar activity.

*begins being active again*

It's been about a month since the Day My Brain Imploded, and I have to say things are going smashing. It's much easier to be worry-free when you can't remember what you were thinking five minutes ago or why it was important.

In my latest attempts to figure out just who the balloon I am, I went on a test-taking spree. You know the internet tests: " ( Read more... )

Got the freaking out done a while ago. Memories are dropping faster than I can make them; today I know I was worried about many things and regretting many others, but I can't remember what any of them were so actually it was a really good day. No worries, no regrets. Just sheer living the moment.

Feeling a bit like drunk.