Return

Well, I'm back.  Back where I arguably feel most comfortable.  It's a good feeling.  Certainly, I've been anxious the past two days because I don't like these transitions.  They're uncomfortable for me and generally cause more stress than they're worth.  I twitch and panic and say stupid things and just generally can't really get my mind to work properly in the days leading up to each of them.

And now, two hours (or probably more, in all actuality) after I started writing this, I'm distracted as all hell and really not in the mood to write.  I've got a couple of things I really need to finish up in the next week, and I don't know how well I'm going to be able to do so...and I don't think that sentence actually made any sense.  Nor do I actually care right now.

So I'm just going to continue filling up space until the end of my self-defined space requirement.  Because honestly, at this point my mind really isn't working well at all and it doesn't matter and I'm just fine with it all because I'm happy.  I'm glad to be back, because the rosy tint hasn't faded yet, and probably won't until tomorrow morning...so it's all good.  Screw it, I'm done trying.  Good night.  Be happy!