^It's no problem! I've actually heard both things. Generally I apply ice to whatever areas really need them after I work out, and take a hot bath later on in the day. Cold showers after working out really does prevent soreness, but it's also just miserable. I love my epsolm salts too!

Oh and thanks for the comment on my diet Emma! I appreciate it, and it actually made me realize that yes, I DO eat healthy. That being said, I did order chinese food for dinner last week, and had Taco Bell at like, 11:45 the week before. It's not all perfect, but for the most part I do think I eat well. When I'm putting my body through the pain that is Insanity, the last thing I want is to ruin my hard work with something greasy and processed.

That being said, some of my disordered thinking IS sneaking back in. I've been hard on myself for not seeing more weight loss, but I'm not even 2 weeks into this program. That's EXPECTED. It would be WEIRD if all of a sudden I was back to my goal size. I've also, I think, been restricting calories and carbs because I don't want to "undo" my workout. That's irrational. I can't workout without having energy. And beating myself up every time I eat rice or bread is a waste of time and energy and is totally wrong. I'm doing great with changing my body and my lifestyle. I NEED to eat. NO one can maintain a fit and healthy body on celery sticks and water. For the most part, I eat well. I have a good metabolism. I'm not having chicken fingers and cheeseburgers after every work out. I drink basically only water and watered-down juice. I eat whole foods as often as possible. I take multivitamins.

I almost bought a scale when we first started working out, and I'm really glad I didn't. I'm doing what I can to combat this disordered thinking, and having that extra pressure doesn't help.

PinUp posted in her diary about the four things that can help break the depression cycle, and how creativity is one of them. I haven't been able to get into a good swing with writing, but I have to say, updating my tumblr had raised my mood quite a bit this afternoon. I lined up all these things in my queue and spent a good long time browsing my drafts and my likes and tumblr in general for things to add. I realized that that IS creative, it's expressing myself by choosing these pictures and quotes that express who I am. It's a nice feeling. Now if only my writing bug would come back.

I also just edited one of my coworkers application essays and I enjoyed that very much. I really do like editing, my own work and other people's work. Hmm.

^Creativity is yours and yours alone. I cook and dance naked around my apartment. If that's not your gig, that's up to you. I say if you hit 3 of the 4 every day, you're on it.

I agree that you're doing really well, food-wise, and I'm super proud of you for combating the irrational thoughts! I think a bit of junk here and there isn't so bad, especially when you're eating such good food the rest of the time. Moderation, my dear!

New plan: We both study and then start our own multinational editing business and watch the money roll in.

^YES. That way I will NEVER EXPERIENCE WINTER AGAIN. I'll spend 6 months in the states and 6 months in Australia every year. Brilliant.

It's been a couple of days. Not much to report! I had my "weekend", Craig and I got our living room cleaned out and the space is so big now, it's a little strange. I also started Fable III, which is SOOO not as good as Fable II (they completely changed the interface and not for the better, and it limits your character more than the old one), but still fun. I also found my Lego Harry Potter Years 1-4 for DS and am playing that, because I love it.

Took a mental health day yesterday because I needed one, and wow did I need one. It was so necessary. I mostly just vegged, but it was really good for me. I was taking care of myself and it felt good.

Today's been mostly just work so far. Tomorrow morning I'm going to Whole Foods and getting clotted cream and jam and I'm making scones, don't try to stop me.

On the mental front, I've been okay. Trying to work more CESS into my life and it's working. spent hours today updating my tumblr queue to tell the story of Midsummer Night's Dream through pictures. It felt very nice and creative. Talked to my best friend for a few hours, and now I have 2.5 hours left at work.

I am definitely in a January funk. It's cold and icy and I hate it. I'm also in a, holy crap what do I do with my future funk. I just don't...know.

This is my diary and I'm going to share a secret. I don't like going to go see plays and musicals, because I get so. insanely. jealous. of the people on stage. I love performing, and I love the arts, but I feel that because I'm 23 and am not solid in any performing art, as far as being even at least an 8 in dance or singing, I'm not going to get anywhere. It's super depressing, and I don't want to live this way, but right now I don't have the money or the time or resources to take all the classes I would need. So I just don't know what to do. I have other things I'm good at, I know I'm a good writer though it's been difficult lately to find the inspiration to write. I get discouraged because other people are writing and getting published and what hope do I have?

I lost a lot of self-confidence a few years ago and I think it really, really affects me. I don't feel like I'm very good at anything and I feel sort of trapped within myself. I know the only way to get better is to try, but for some reason it's hard to bring myself to. It's like my brain has decided, why try when you know that at any audition you go to you won't be anywhere near the best, or why try when you know that manuscripts are being submitted by people who haven't taken a 3 year hiatus from any serious writing?

It's bad guys, and it twists up my brain. the future is so scary right now too, Craig and I need to decide whether we're staying in MN for awhile or leaving and I just...this isn't what I saw myself doing. I want to be traveling. I want to live abroad. but how do I get about doing that with all my lack of talent? Or amazing job prospects? I'm not even that great at working!

I just feel so small in this great world, or more like...like I'm stuck in this small space and I can see all the world has to offer but none of it, not a bit of it is for me.

This has been sort of a dark post, but it's what I feel.

If it makes you feel any better, my demons had a PARTY in my head yesterday. It was the worst things have been in a while. I whipped out my self love bootcamp and I'm starting it all over again. I figure I need something to focus on and help me keep things in perspective during this time.

I feel the same way about writing, traveling, and performing. I try to tell myself that I can do whatever I want. People who have a lot less than me make it work, so why can't I? I just need to do what they did. And that takes an awful lot of willingness. For what that's worth...

I think we're the same person.

I'm trying to deal with it now, though, instead of just avoiding it and saving myself the anxiety. I have to remind myself every. single. day. that I am not going to write a masterpiece in a few months with my current lifestyle, and that it's probably only going to get worse when I go back to Australia because I'll be working longer hours. I have to reassure myself that even professional writers get writer's block, and that they say all the time that they write 10 pages of absolute rubbish just to find half a page of something that's good. I have to remember that there are multiple types of editors for a reason.

Probably the most challenging thing at the moment is feeling like I'm not getting anywhere, because even though the story bug's bitten and won't let go, there is SO MUCH I don't understand about the subject matter and the amount of research that I have to do makes me wonder if I'll ever, you know, WRITE. But then I have to tell myself that I'm a fast learner and that once upon a time I was good at science as well as the humanities so it's probably not going to be half as difficult as I think it will be.

Musically... my secret is that I've wanted to be a singer for as long as I could remember (my first experience of being realistic about my career options was when I was 6 or 7 - I thought I probably shouldn't bank on being a singer because I didn't think I'd be a very good lyricist. Oh now naive I was!) and when I realised that I was a much better pianist, that changed to being in a band. Obviously that hasn't happened, and I've all but abandoned my instrument anyway, but I've resolved to try to get back into it without crying a river because I've forgotten half a song that I used to know by heart, just because you never know, right?

Maybe I should keep an eye out for opportunities for Americans to come chill (or rather, roast) in Australia from November to March...

edit: Oh, and the age thing? I hear oz_helen's been doing quite well for herself lately.

Thanks for the thoughts now. I don't feel like talking about it anymore just now, but I appreciate the input!

This morning was nice. I made scones! They were good, though they didn't look quite like they ought? hmm. Tricky scones.

I'm at work, my knee is wrapped up, but I believe I look quite pretty with a thin purple headband and my curls down my back, a purple sweater and a grey pleated skirt with black tights and black boots. It's a slow night and I've reached the end of the internet. May scroll through wedding dress websites just to torture myself.

Alas, boring post. Check out my tumblr though guys! ofelvesandthings.tumblr.com. It's kind of nice?

Scones are weird. When I first made them I couldn't believe that the dough would hod together enough!!!

Things I Want Out of My Life:

1. A nice home with spacious rooms and lots of natural light.
2. Opportunities to travel and explore the world.
3. A wardrobe that is more dresses and boots than anything else.
4. A lovely wedding that is just what my love and I hoped for.
5. A good job for Craig that he can feel really fulfilled in.
6. Enough land for a pool and lovely garden, and space for my goat.
7. Birds, a big German Shepherd, a little goat and 2 horses. 3 chickens too!
8. To eat organic, fair trade and vegetarian as often as possible.
9. To use organic fair trade beauty products as often as possible.
10. To live in such a way that my carbon footprint is as small as possible.
11. To learn to let go of my fear of loving someone as much as I do because I'm afraid life will take him away from me.
12. Close friends that will ever be by my side and give me rude awakenings when needed.
13. To feel the connection to Earth and the universe in the same way I used to.
14. To let go of my fear of failure and inadequacy and let my creative juices run freely.
15. Hair down to my hips.
16. To cultivate habits that will keep me healthy and let my enjoy a banana split without too much guilt.
17. To try Irish dancing, high land dancing, and take more African dance.
18. To take pole and aerial silks and gain wicked upper body strength.
19. To dance ballet again and reach a place where I'm doing simple, clean variations en pointe with as much energy and heart as I can.
20. To embrace the world, myself, my friends and family in such a way that were I to look into the Mirror of Erised, I would see only myself, just as I am.

Awww, the karma gave me warm and fuzzies. Thanks!

Ho hum another boring day at work. I kicked my workout's butt this morning though so I'm pretty proud about that. I'm very sleepy though, I think I'm still hungry. I'm still trying to work out what fuel my body needs with all this cardio I'm doing. I have some raisins, I'll snack on those.

I think I've decided against Teach for America. I was considering applying, but I just don't know if I'm cut out for it. I definitely need some direction in my life though, so I'm going to start looking at grad school in earnest. Or acting work shops. SOMETHING. I need some inspiration, some motivation, and I can't keep waiting for it to just smack me in the face, I need to search it out.

Working out gives me a great confidence boost. doing those last sets makes me feel like a beast. I love being in my body.

I always feel so brain dead at work and I find myself uninspired to say anything exciting here!

I wonder what it takes to be a zoologist? I don't know, I'm so right-brained.

This post is ALL over the place.

I like your list of goals. I should do one for myself.

So it's been awhile!

Nothing really new or exciting has happened, I got sick and was kind of out for the count for a day or so. Yesterday I did some extreme self-care, I dyed my hair red, painted my nails sparkly green, trimmed my ends, took a bath, deep conditioned my hair and did a face mask. I feel very pretty today, and I've decided I really DO love the red in my hair. I think it's more me, it's a little spunky and unexpected and I just feel very pretty today.

My heart's broken for some of my friends right now. My best friend lost her grandmother, and another of my friends is going through a break up. I want to fix everyone's problems for them all the time. I really wish I could.

I was thinking yesterday that I NEED to give myself more credit. I'm 23 years old. I'm not an old lady. I moved 1000 miles away from my friends and family with my boyfriend and kitties just for the hell of it, to experience something new. That takes some bravery! I'm working at a hotel, and it's not glamorous, but it's paying the bills, and I don't NEED to settle right now. I have a LOT of freedom as far as where I'm off to next, and that's amazing. I have a lot of great things ahead of me in life. I have an amazing boyfriend, and amazing friends that stick by me all the time even though we're far away.

I'm living life my way and as a free-spirited creative that's really important to me. I'm going to work on not letting anyone else's opinion on my life and choices affect me. One of my coworkers has a way of getting under my skin with that, but it's MY life, and I'm certainly not a child any longer. I need to be confident in my choices, because no one else will make them for me.

I'm having these little bursts of confidence more and more. They don't tend to stick around very long, but I'm trying to hold onto them while I get them!

I need to be okay with the fact that my priority in life really isn't a career. It's travel, and experience. If I can find a career that I'm good at that will allow this, that would be great, but for now I actually think I'm okay working smaller jobs in order to see and do more. Wow. It feels good to say that.

^Oddly enough, consider working in the internet. My uncle was the Senior VP in his firm (he just lost his job, unfortunatly). He was making bank, and at least once a week, he was on a plane going someplace. I say that's odd, because - internet. Who would have thunk?

Last night was nice, got home and hung out with Craig. I've been sort of anxious at night though and having trouble sleeping and relaxing enough to fall asleep. Of course once I pinpoint the anxiety it gets worse. Tonight I'll try to clear my head a little before going to bed. Maybe I'll clean the bathroom, having something accomplished usually helps.

Speaking of accomplished, Craig and I finally paid two old bills that have been haunting us since we moved here, and I paid my student loans down a bit. We're in the best financial situation we've been in since we got together, and even though it's definitely not perfect, and he's currently unemployed, I'm proud of us. We're not accrueing anymore credit card debt and we're getting our bills paid. Go us!

I had a bit of a breakdown this morning, my brain went a little nuts and convinced me for about an hour that Craig and I weren't going to work in the long term. He talked me off that ledge, and his light heartedness and the fact that he wasn't taking me seriously at all actually really helped. I don't know if I really believe that love can last forever. Obviously I'm not thinking that we'll never fight, but I can't seem to grasp hold of the dream or hope that we'll forever respect each other, appreciate each other, and love each other. My parents were NEVER right for each other, so I don't have a good example of a solid relationship, and I was so convinced that my last relationship was "it" that when it SO wasn't, I think it pretty well shattered my last hope of fairy tale love. So I'm really not convinced it can work out in the long term with anyone, but if it's going to, it'll definitely be with Craig.

After that I felt better. We made lunch, which was so delicious! We had grilled chicken that I seasoned with adobo, red chili pepper flakes, pepper and italian seasoning, on rolls with provolone cheese, raw scallion, and a little bit of a marinade I had that I made with our delicious raspberry balsamic vinegar. So delicious.

I used the massager I got him for his birthday on his back and got ready for work. I dyed my hair red, I mentioned that didn't I? and I'm really loving it. what I'm NOT loving is my split end prone hair! UGH! I'm waging war on it though, and will probably post on the beauty board about my options. I have a $100 worth of supplies in my cart on amazon, I'm just still brooding over some of them.

Now I'm at work, and the night is actually going pleasantly fast. I have tomorrow off, which is great because I dealt with this god awful guest tonight. Oh my gods. I don't deal with obstinate people often, but this guy was a piece of work. What made me most mad actually was his language. He was talking about needing to empty his "pissbag" and other charming terms. And the greatest thing is ALL of his problems were ENTIRELY his fault. I'm glad I don't get guests like him often. He may yet be kicked out tonight.

I'm reading The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest, and it was really boring for 30 pages or so, but it's picking up again now, thankfully. I don't think detective fiction is my thing.

I had a burger for dinner, which is not usually my thing, as I'm not a big fan of red meat, but I've been feeling a little anemic lately and don't feel like eating a big bowl of broccoli (for once!), so a burger it was. It actually wasn't half bad, but I definitely stand by my life fact that I only eat one every few months. It's just too heavy, and I had fruit with it.

I don't believe I currently have any other things to share, so I'm off.

Nienna wrote:

I'm reading The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest, and it was really boring for 30 pages or so, but it's picking up again now, thankfully. I don't think detective fiction is my thing.

Nah, the whole Millennium trilogy is like that. They move slowly in the beginning, and then the REALLY BIG THING happens, and then a bunch of other less really big things happen.

^I've actually read the first two, and I'm reading the third one more out of obligation to finish the series than anything else. I've tried to read other detective fiction though, and I keep giving it a chance and keep sort of feeling meh about it.

WOW I'm tired. I've slept really poorly the past few days. I think I need to start working out again. I stopped because of my knee and then I got a cold but I'm over it.

I'm working the morning shift today, have been here for almost 3 hours already. I don't like the morning shift.

My city's livingsocial deal today is $19 for 2 ballet tickets to see a local company do Le Corsaire. I've never seen Le Corsaire live, so I requested that night off and provided my manager doesn't say anything about it I'll buy the tickets tonight. I'm really excited because Craig's never been to a ballet, and Le Corsaire would be a great one for him to see since it has lively music and amazing male variations, and of course I'm dieing to see it live.

I'm really, really anxious. My anxious has been at like a 7 the past 3 days. I have GOT to relax and get some sleep tonight. I think I'll MAKE myself clean, I'll feel productive and then can take a bath with my new bath stuff in our clean nice-smelling bathroom.

There's some drama going on with one of our guests in the hotel. I really hope they don't try to extend their stay.

There are some evil thoughts cycling through my head but I'm trying not to hurt my own feelings today, because I'm really sleepy and out of it. Today I must be nice.

blargh.

The awful people left. YAY.

Craig and I took naps yesterday, were up for a little while, then went to bed at 11 and he slept for 12 hours, I slept for 11. It was so necessary, we were both so exhausted. I felt a TON better today. I did all our dishes, so I'm all ready to bake tomorrow, scones and a cake, and perhaps some cookies to thank my coworker who's going to give me an old laptop of his that needs a little very do-able maintenance.

I've had this sort of anxiety lately about Craig and I not lasting. All I can see is a future in which he's out to 9 at a bar while I'm at home with the kids and when he comes home he just doesn't love me anymore. I just can't see a life where we're always happy and respectful and appreciative of each other. It has NOTHING to do with the quality of our relationship and everything to do with the fact that I feel I don't deserve that sort of life, that something about being part of a partnership scares me because I've grown used to being independent, and that he's too good for me anyway and it's only a matter of time before he realizes it. Isn't that a sad way of thinking? I really need to combat it, but I don't know how.

My anxiety has been pretty bad lately, as I've been saying, but I have noticed that I'm handling it better, and Craig has too. I think the biggest difference is I'm able to separate it as something that has to do with my disease. I meditated yesterday, and it's incredible how much it helps. Now I need to push myself more often to do those sort of things, things that I know help and are good for me, and stop making so many excuses. I am responsible for my own well-being. I think for the past couple of years I've very much felt like a victim of the world and my disease but I've gained enough clarity and confidence now to be able to say, No, Nienna, you have to be proactive in feeling better. It's definitely a big struggle, but it feels totally worth it.

I need to be working out again too! I think the fact that I haven't worked out in a week has really thrown me off.

I bought the Le Corsaire tickets, and I'm REALLY REALLY excited. I've never seen it live! I'll need to dig up my ballet stories book and brush up on the story. I tried to find it online but can't seem to find a good synopsis. It'll be a good 2 year anniversary present for me and Craig, especially since it looks like most likely we won't be able to do student rush for The Lion King, and we definitely can't afford regular tickets. It's a bummer, but it happens.

The Book of Mormon is touring through Minneapolis in a year and I think I may snap up tickets when they go on sale. It's seriously one of the funniest musicals ever, and I just love the music. There's a good chance we won't still be here in a year, but flights aren't so bad, and it's just such a good show.

I miss sunshine guys. I hate winter so much. Lately I've been day dreaming about being out on an 85 degree day, wearing shorts and a tank top and feeling the sunshine on my skin. Or taking a nap in my room with the windows thrown open. Sighhhh . Craig thinks I'm crazy, but I don't like a cold room and to have to be under lots of blankets when I sleep. I prefer to sleep in a pleasant room, about 70 degrees or so, and I like to sleep on TOP of blankets, with maybe a sheet, as spread out as possible, just throwing out my limbs in every direction.

I think when spring comes I may just be naked the whole time. I need sunshine. The arrests will be worth it and the jail time will just be an interesting chapter to add to my life story. I'll entitle it "The Time I Moved to Minnesota and Once It Got Warm I Stopped Wearing Clothes".

So yesterday I had the most productive day I've had in a long time. I sprung out of bed in the morning and Craig and I went grocery shopping. We went to Walmart and to Rainbow foods and got everything on our list. Then we came home and I set to work cleaning the kitchen. He's sick, so I put him on the couch wrapped in blankets and stuck the Xbox controller in his hand. I went to the kitchen and moved our microwave to give myself some counter space, because literally I have none. We have a tiny kitchen and essentially the counter consists of a double sink the middle with a bit of counter space on each side, and up until now one side was dominated by my dish rack and the other by my microwave. So I moved the microwave to a make-shift table and cleared up the counter yay. Then I cleaned ALL my dishes, and there was a mountain of them, and deep cleaned my counter and stove.

I thought I'd make some pork ribs for dinner so I headed out to Target and got some of the ingredients I was missing for the sauce (why is there never vinegar in my house?), as well as Brita filters and a cooling rack. I threw the sauce ingredients and pork ribs (after searing them) into the crock pot and set that on high. Then I set about making a honey cornbread which came out very nicely, but definitely needed a pinch of salt.

After that I cleaned my bathroom, and I mean CLEANED. Every surface of it was sprayed with bleach water and I SCRUBBED. My bathroom is spotless now.

I was going to get to the cat boxes and kitchen floor but I was pretty tired by this point. I started beating myself up a little bit for not doing more, but then Craig reminded me that I've done a LOT today, gone to the store 3 times and cleaned my heart out. I'm just really bad at knowing when it's a reasonable point to feel proud of what I've done and when I should really do more.

So he made me a mai tai, delicious, and I took a hot bath with my new lavender chamomile bath soak and some epsolm salts, which smells and feels lovely. Took my Kindle with me and just RELAXED. it felt so nice. I did a face mask towards the end of my bath and shaved, so I'm feeling pretty rejuvenated.

This morning I got up, made some scones (which I rolled out on all my nice clean counter space!), and cleaned up my mess, and now I'm at work. It'd be really nice if this productivity streak continued, because my living room and bedroom need some attention.

Guys. I got no sleep last night.

That's a lie. I got about 2 hours of sleep. It was awful.

It all started when I came home just feeling crummy. This rarely happens, but sometimes I'll get this low, intense anxiety that just buzzes inside of me. In the past I've picked fights with Craig because it's just so intense, I can't function. I really tried to stay away from that last night. I knew I was unfairly angry with him because he was sick, and unemployed, and I felt really pressured by myself to take care of everything. I explained that to him and he took it pretty well, though he immediately got a little defensive which didn't help.

He went to bed and I followed about a half hour later. I just could not sleep. He was snoring loudly and I just felt so awful. I was angry and bitter and I just felt like screaming. I went into the living room to try and sleep, but my cats were up to their night time antics and I just couldn't. I dozed a bit, and went back to the bedroom at around 6:30 am. Around 8 I finally woke Craig up and asked him to please go into the living room, and I was able to sleep for two hours.

I feel crummy, but Craig was nice to me this morning, I think to make up for how dismissive he was last night. He made me breakfast and drove me to work. the first was a kindness, the latter I think a necessity, because I'm so exhausted, I can't imagine trying to operate a hunk of metal going 55 miles an hour right now.

Despite my tiredness, I've had an oddly productive afternoon, socially. I cleared the air with one of Craig's friends who we stayed with when we first moved here and who had sort of offended me with a couple of things he had done, and I spoke to one of my good friends from D.C., who I miss very much. I'm homesick, I think. Now I'm speaking to one of my other old friends from D.C.. We have an interesting history. We never dated, but I think if we had, it would've either been an intense flame or we would've destroyed each other.

I think because I'm so tired, I'm too tired to put up my wall or filter. I've had an intensely honest afternoon, and it feels really, really good. Thank the universe for blessings in disguise.

edited to add:

I forgot to mention that for the past 2 afternoons I've been breaking up my food into 3 small meals. I haven't in the morning, officially, but I've definitely grazed more than actually eating a full meal. Guys, it makes a difference. It's been 2 days and I already feel less sluggish. Yesterday my 3 afternoon meals were (they were all small portions, fit into little tupperware containers:

-Cooked black beans and a small piece of cornbread
-Corn and mixed nuts
-Grapes and low fat all-natural peach yogurt

Today's were:

-Grape tomatoes with fat free ranch dip and an all-natural low fat string cheese
-Almonds and an all-natural low fat string cheese
-Fresh strawberries and all-natural low fat peach yogurt

I can ALREADY tell the difference. I'm no longer hitting this afternoon droopiness where I get REALLY hungry and then gorge myself on dinner that makes me feel sluggish afterwards. I haven't felt properly hungry the past two days. And putting all these good, natural foods in my body is just as good for my mind as it is for my body.

It requires some planning, but honestly, not much. It doesn't take much of anything to throw the snacks together in my lunch box. It's taken 10 minutes each day. I'm in a slow period at work right now, but I think even on busier days I could keep this up. I have a shopping day planned soon and I'm already considering the all-natural granola bars and nuts I'll have on me for it.

I don't have much to say right now. It's been a bad time.

Hugs hugs hugs coming up North for you!

Sending you warm, springlike thoughts from down South. Hang in there, girlie.

Wow, you guys are totally going to make me cry at work, which I've been desperately trying not to do. I sincerely, sincerely appreciate the good thoughts.

I don't have the energy to type it out right now, it's definitely gotten worse. I feel like my thick skin is very thin, and my coworker keeps shooting me worried looks.

Breathe, breathe breathe. Can you wear headphones or listen to music at work? Play a power song for you. Take a lap around the office and fill up your water bottle and take a good swig. You got this Nienna!

Got through yesterday, somehow. Got to talk to many people who helped me through, I have such great friends.

I'm exhausted today, but I wrote, which was really nice. I just used this scene that my mind came up with that's been stuck in my head lately. It's not my usual style at all, but I'm liking the challenge. I should do this more often. Oftentimes a scene or a picture will get stuck in my head. I should write it, instead of letting them slip away.

Probably won't be around much the next few days.