I have to admit I cheated on this blog.
I went and decided that I wanted to go cavewoman and write, on paper, on a notebook, countless ramblings about subjects that tortured me over the summer.
I'm past half the notebook by now, and I read it all today... one can always find awesome ways to torture yourself.
In an interesting note, not that it is so important, I'm back on having odd: sleep patterns, eating habits, anxiety attacks and thoughts. Not that 'That' ever changed.
I've learned that possibly anxiety attacks are just excitement. That's a novel idea.
That if I'm hungry I won't probably go to bed.
The thoughts... well they have been odd all of my life, I don't expect them to change.
All I can think about right now, it that I need to find $24,000 to finance my thesis.
