Fix it.

I never go to the doctor. I've never liked going and have been lucky enough to be pretty healthy all my life, so I never really had to. I once went for 9 years without setting foot in a doctor's office. I know, right? Kind of impressive. So you know when something is bothering me enough to need to go to the doctor, it is a big deal.

Yesterday, I went to the doctor. Yesterday I reached a point where I was finally able to admit to myself and to someone else that something wasn't right. I'm not supposed to feel like this all the time. It's not normal. I'm not okay, and it is time to fix it.

Here's hoping we can figure it out.

I'm ready to relax.

My brain is a strange and wonderful place.

My brain is a strange and wonderful place. Yesterday afternoon, for no reason at all, a word popped into my brain and I could not get it out. That word was yurt. Over and over again, I repeated that word. Yurt. Yurt. Yurt. I finally decided that it was the best word ever. I also decided that I would like to stay in a yurt one day. Yurts are awesome.

Today there is a song in my head:

I like to eat, eat, eat ohpples and banonos!

Not sure why, but ohpples and banonos is my favourite one. I like it even more than ooooples and banooonooos.

What was I talking about? Lunch? Nevermind.

VICTORY!!!!!

I did it. I finally did it. I COOKED MYSELF AN ACTUAL MEAL. I USED INGREDIENTS. I USED A RECIPE. THERE WERE MULTIPLE STEPS.

I'm back, baby. I'm back!

The recipe that brought me back to life was this magic spicy peanut sauce from Everybody Likes Sandwiches. It really was magic. I used it in a stir fry with some rice noodles. OM NOM NOM.

Sometimes life is hard.

Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes you don't know how do do things. Sometimes you aren't sure how you're going to get out of this jam.

Sometimes you cry about it. Sometimes in the middle of the crying about it, you realize that you are being ridiculous. Sometimes you stop crying and start laughing.

Sometimes you aren't sure if you've said too much. Sometimes you find it hard to stop saying things. Sometimes you have nothing to say.

Sometimes you write crap on the Internet. Sometimes people read it. Sometimes people don't.

Sometimes life is awesome. Sometimes life is hard.

The worst.

Today was just the worst. I was the worst at being funny, the worst at being a grown up, the worst at drawing pictures of hands, the worst at telling you how I feel, the worst at cooking dinner, the worst at being awake, the worst at cleaning, the worst at understanding things, the worst at not being annoying.

Today was just the worst.