"BELIEVE ME, I AM NOT UPSET!"

*acting like I'm not visibly shaking*

Hello, everyone.

I'm really in a fearful mood right now, and I'm trying to settle down so that I can finally get some peace. I...I need this. I don't want to have stress hairs for the remainder of my 20s because of God paranoia. I'm tired, I just want to eat some wings/pizza, exercise and have some rum...play some video games, is that too much to ask for?

Maybe even talk like a person again...no, I like this gift too much. Just, I need to think.

Welp, my head is teetotaling again, and I feel warm.

Like, whoa dude, my throat's burning, and my body's all strange.

It feels like that one episode of Bob's Burgers with Louise and the flu, except I dunno if this is bad or not.

In other news, I can't wait until Tuca and Bertie's second season, or Solar Opposites.

Hey, everybody.

It's Sunday, and I'm feeling like something just burrowed itself into my skull but you know what?

I'm gonna try to feel good. Things are gonna get better.

Hello, everyone.

I'm doin' alright.

Just - trying to prepare myself for the next dream, ya know? I'm...confident, but breaking down.

I'm confident. I'm weak, but I'm confident, goddamn it. I can get past this, whether they want it or not.

So, it's Friday, and I'm once again working pretty hard on this thing.

Uh, hmmmm...where to start now? Esotericism, like the last time? Or somewhere different?

Then again, my brain is still fluffy crap, so...hmmm...probably something about cats or rabbits and head right down from there, ya know? I just hope to God I'll be okay...

I love my new job.

I love my new job.

This is a very good thing they're doing.

I love my new job.

Everything's gonna be okay, I know it is...they can't keep me in the dark forever, can they?

O Lord, I am truly sorry for the insult to our holy Mother in my angered frustration. Please have mercy upon my damned soul and save my acquaintances from the poison that spews from my lips.

Raising a glass to, "Hey, lookit that, my dreams and headache are gone for the moment." - on the other hand, there is a ton of empty space in my brain now that needs a thing to fill it with and...huh.

More time for gaming and actual preaching and such. Good.

My therapy appointment went super well.

The irony is, I'm repeatedly stating I'm probably nuts, and I'm most likely not - but I'm feeling an amount of mellowness from talking to her about this whole funky shit and (maybe) opening the door to talk to my parents about it too.

I'm not even scared it'll come back anymore with friends.

So that's a thing, I guess.

Though something's trying to prevent that by putting the shirt back and swapping it for somethin' else.

I suppose that does make sense, though - logically, I mean, look at it. Nowhere except on the crystal moons of Venus could you wear this thing and NOT look like an edgy tweenager. Nice art, though.

In other news, it's wing night and therapy day and I CAN FINALLY CHILL LIKE ICE, BABY!

Hi, everyone.

First of all, go follow Trois here. Second, please keep her in your thoughts if ya can.

Third...well, I'm doin' all right. Still trying my best to struggle through another week and my head's in this awkward half-pounding soup.

How is everyone else doing?