I skipped class tonight because I have a wicked fierce migraine. I’m sure it is stress induced. Instead I have thought a lot about the upcoming move and done jack shit to get ready for it.

I have also had an interesting time thinking about the state of my life. It is kind of sad/lame that I can sit around and think of loads of wonderous things in my life and still not be happy. I’m trying though. I have loads of good things in my life. I have the coolest friends. I have some pretty amazing people interested in me. I am so lucky. I keep wondering how my life is going to go. I have no idea yet.

Trying to perk up. Damnit. I can do it. And a conversation earlier in the day made me feel… interested. Hopeful? I don’t know. Confused. Breathless. Someone who has known me through all of my spastic freakiness and still has some interest in me. Wow. Uhm, I don’t know what to say. Good days, bad days. How many good days have I had this week?