I’m feeling much better now. Uh, I’m really not sure why, as I quit taking medication a couple of months ago. It’s an exciting time in the P-L house, and we’re taking advantage of every second. Projects are in larvae stages all over the house- dinners are being cooked, menus are being planned, and floors are getting cleaned.
The only thing that scares me is the feeling that we are shoring up for a big storm- making preparations for a long stay in the bomb shelter, or something. When I was younger, I could jumo right in and enjoy these periods of acitvity and- well, sanity- without thought of the future consequences. Looking back it’s hard to imagine I was so stupid for so long, thinking every time that it was OVER and things were finally going to be OK. I almost wish I had that rosy outlook back, because knowing this is temporary is really killing my fucking buzz.
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