I've been feeling really stressed out lately about mundane shit. I'm moving, I'm poor, I don't have a stable job. I am completely responsible, of course. Its the life I've chosen but the choice has its rough spots. I don't deal with quotidian tasks too well.
Went to sleep at midnight thirty and woke up at three. Instead of lying there hearing my heart beat I got up and got stuff done. I was nodding off while they painted me at BU this morning. I've come to the realization that I'm probably always going to fluctuate between dull depression and intense ecstasy. I think I can deal with that.