I'd rather not miss out, and sometimes things are OK.
No regrets, and no epic shit storm.
Just this expiry date that's playing on my mind. But not to equal any resentment.
Sometimes, I do make the right choices.
I'm sleeping well, thanks to new prescriptions and someone who keeps me in reality where things aren't so frightening.
Work, even, is going really well.
J is coming back on New Years Eve, 6am. She told me she was never coming back, then she said May, and then she said January 11th and now it is New Years Eve. There's less time to muster strength and prepare.
There has been far less nightmares lately, I worried about having them, I worried about losing them. At what point do things become boring?
I miss T* (a lot.).
R was at Stereosonic. I was reminded of incredibly relieved I am to not have to see his face anymore.
There was a flood, that swept away everything. Lost all, but gained some.
I am in love with Zap. Surprise.
Christmas is always really great. This will be the first year though, that I will not have a friendly steed to give a Christmas carrot to. I miss Count more then anything, it makes my heart hurt. Maybe having Zap will be an OK substitute, though he doesn't like carrots.
Tonight, I ate too much butter.
