Oct 06, 2006 13:47
Went to see my supervisor today. It was quite nice. I got to stand at the whiteboard and write out any problems I had (I had a couple, mainly transformations of various kinds) and Alberto seems pleased with my progress. We're going to meet later to talk about progress.
That, combined with a day where I already feel more with it and a good week, makes me feel really happy. Really, really, dangerously, on-a-high happy. Who needs drugs when your own brain chemistry is just as powerful and it does it on its own. Ah well, fighting an intense feeling of well-being is better than fighting intense depression. Still, I would rather feel stable than to swing so much.
moods,
supervisor