I haven't written a real live journal entry in about ten million years, so I thought I would use my randomly free time right now to give the run down ( Read more... )

I refuse to worry about it. All of it.

I refuse to give my time and energy to fear and anxiety and manipulations and the immaturity of others. I'm going to scream it out if I have to, but I'm not going to fester and rot with worry. About anything, anymore.

In other news, I have a head cold, and could use a hug.

Tomorrow promises to be a gorgeous 17 degrees, but today is feeling quite alright as well. As the Spring really comes to Moscow, I feel myself laying down some of these burdens I've been allowing to eat at me for much of my stay here. There was some sort of quiet penance I wanted to serve for which Russia seemed so appropriate. I wanted to ( Read more... )