I'm feeling content in the moment. Overall I'm content and have been even having moments of happy and hopeful in the past few days, but there's this underlying current of nervousness that I couldn't ignore earlier today.
"Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul." - Edward Abbey
Headachey, very resentful (I've been F/O by an manipulative aquiantance), hopeful one of my favourite people in the whole world will come on line, slightly hungry, feeling the need for hermitude so will shut out the world for a day or two. A bit happy I have three days off.
Currently submerged under an avalanche of books and paper work. I may come back up for air from time to time.
Real life awaits and she is a demanding mistress.