Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Yellow, I call yellow

It's midnight and my throat is still fucked.  I should be sleeping, snoring along with Zenhead crashed out on my floor.  Obviously, I am not.  I am still coming down from the day.

These last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotion, drama and re-acclimating. I don't recall ever having such a delay in my full return before.  Part of me is enjoying it.  I am being more daring then typical.  Part of me wonders if this is a chemical imbalance issue and I need to watch it closely.

Most of me thinks with the ups come the downs, and I need to remember to pace myself.

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