Day 121

The last few days have been 'peculiar': That seems a fitting description.

My brain has been acting funny. It's been giving me a weird mix of stress, depression, angst. It is surprising at this point, in my sobriety, almost like it's taken just over 3 months for things to clear in my head and make room for the real scary stuff to begin to surface.

Can only recall a couple of 'episodes' really, some of it was tiredness and some of it was subtle and then it passed on by. Maybe I'm just wired all wrong.

More importantly, I have to stop faffing about on the internet and get on with ... umm... things... !
I could restrict myself from going onto Faeces Boke and Land of Twits, plus those 'other' time wasting sites that apparently make up so much online traffic.

I've been aching for some changes, while at the same time getting into comfortable positions with some creative things here. I've mixed feelings about rushing off to try and 'make it' in Londinium, but I know I don't want to stay in Belfast. I should put a date on when I expect to be out of here, then work towards getting things sorted before that date. Yes. A smart, simple plan.

Just as soon as I reply to this email, watch that youtube link and finish this conversation on MSN.