Good.  Fucking.  God.

Yesterday started quiet enough.  I got off work and came home to find Andy still awake.  We stayed up, talked, ate stew he had made, and got into bed sometime around 9:30 am.  I had a little trouble falling asleep because work had started wigging me out, and thus, trouble staying asleep.  I got up at two after I heard my ( Read more... )

I just took a moment to read back into my journal.  Does anybody ever do this?  It's really surreal ( Read more... )

Day one back from vacation.  Still 12 hours before work, when I get a call ( Read more... )

Ah today ( Read more... )

I didn't sleep well last night.  Or the night before.  Or the night before ( Read more... )

The wind blows a storm in.  It is unforgiving, dangerous.  Somehow, as the sky opens up its mouth, my world suddenly feels so small ( Read more... )

Today, I was restless.  I tiptoed through the morning, trying not to wake Andy (I did).  The other roommates would be gone for the day, and once he left for work, I would be free - silence.  The ability to do things without any judgmental comments or someone looking over my shoulder ( Read more... )

[today.]

sleep in
read
write
movies
sex
bike

It's going to be a good day.

I am so sick of talking about my feelings and my day.

Fuck, I just want to write, sometimes.

My hands have been working overtime. I'm desperately seeking answers. I'm in a fight to overcome a diagnosis. I'm racing it, gathering myself before I can fall apart again ( Read more... )