Thanks for all who were concerned over the last burst of sadness. That's what happens when you Cry like a Girl.
I actually had a smashing weekend. Of course, I'm back to my baseline level of anxiety again. But I had a great time.
Just a summary. Got to figure out the next move. Usually, that implies 'getting something that I think will help me do shit' rather than 'doing shit.'
Maybe it's time to change my approach. Or play with the new palm pilot.
Today I burned two fingers on coffee-steam. But I'm OK.
There are people in this world that I love.
There are people in this world that love me.
All in all, that's pretty damn good.
Now, back to work.
Back to life.