I'm going to the Rocky Convention in Long Beach this weekend. This is the first time I'm getting far from home in a long time. I very, very, very, very much want to quit my stupid job, I feel so suppressed I get stir crazy... literally. I wish I could find some kind of job to do from home and get some of my free time back. It would be nice if I could trust myself to crack down on sewing.
I'm struggling with one of the more difficult symptoms of my chemical imbalances. Confusion. I sort of wander in circles not knowing what to do next or what I was going to do before the wandering started. Aaargghh. Most of the other symptoms I'm doing OK with. Life isn't too terrible.
My mom came to visit last weekend and she helped me find some plants to put on my porch and balcony. They are real nice and I hope that my traditional brown thumb will green up a bit so I can enjoy having them for a while. I got a nice lighted fountain on my balcony as well, the bf
lavarus helped me choose that and lug it up to my apartment. He's real good to me and I'm amazed at my luck for having him in my life. Anyway, now my balcony is tranquil like I wanted it to be.
Today, I just feel too tired to do anything at all. So, I dropped my son off at camp, called in to work sick and came straight home. I'm going to lie on the couch for a bit and hope that this respite will do me some mental good.