another pretty good day. got up this morning and only drank half the cup of coffee i made, drank a whole glass of orange juice. ate nearly all of my instant oatmeal. watched "the west wing." for all intents and purposes, i had a shitty day at work, working on confusing projects based on unfinished shitty phones. but i took some time to stand outside, even if it was only for 45 seconds. and took my second pill. what was different was that i didn't spiral down out of control, into that panic zone where nothing is going right and nothing ever will go right, and then i have to run to the handicapped stall to compose myself. THAT is nice.
the only problem right now? i've fallen drastically behind on my nanowrimo story. about 10000 words behind. so tonight i'm going to give it a go, try to play catch up as best i can. me and my seltzer with lime.
tonight i'm going to write about falling. we'll see where this leads. i know how the story goes; i lived it. but let's just see what else comes up. there's a whole other part to this story developing, the part where i'm seeing how i've spent my last five years, and i am getting help. it will be interesting to see how the two truly intersect.