My blogs are currently few and far between, my organisation and talent in completing tasks is absent and I'm getting more headaches than I am revelations or ideas. I generally feel like my brain is hemorrhaging whenever I try to do something more brain-testing than writing my own name. I resent winter and it's annual ability to make me feel like shit for four months. NB; i just had to check how to spell hemorrhaging for the first time EVER. Something is wrong with me asides me being love sick.
However asides dying, I'm relishing in my own happiness, I am in love and loved, contraire to many a belief (AKA spiteful and bitchy comment behind my back from people who THINK they know me even though they don't like me). A lot of people haven't changed, they're doing stupid things just to be cool and wallowing in bed everyday because that's all they've ever been good at. I'm laughing, I'm head-achey, but I'm laughing.
I've been knitting, getting tattooed, studying so I guess achievement is lurking between hours spent sleeping and wiping my nose. I just love looking around and being able to say 'I'm doing it and you're not'. I don't know whether this makes me a pompous arsehole or just deserving for all my efforts. I'll keep you posted d-claimers.
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