over cooked
My space case days are finally coming to an end--I can feel things moving jauntily forward and my mood is rather up, instead of my former lackadaisical attitude. Chaman was like sitting on a pebble, getting pissed off and throwing it out of your sight, but finally going back to pick it up and seeing how cool it actually is. I wish I hadn't become so recalcitrant which, in turn, led to this impasse: Northridge. That extraordinarily bad place. Still, things are better now so I'm going to focus on them and maintain my cheerful front (after all, there is clinical benefit in it).