Life. Stress. Sleep.

It's almost midnight and I feel like I should've been asleep an hour ago. Why am I not asleep? Because I'm still in denial that I have gotten used to going to bed before midnight.

So. Life.

One of my best friends came to visit me for a couple of days this week and it was great. I've really missed her. A lot of the people reading this know who she is, but I'm going to keep it in third person for the fun of it. Anyway.

I feel like I've forgotten how to socialize a little. Like I've spent so much time as a hermit lately that I don't know what it's like to have friends outside of Orlando. So, if you think I'm a little awkward, you should know that I'm well aware of it.

It's probably actually because I'm stressed, so I'm thinking a mile a second (because a minute really isn't that fast) and not always about what's going on around me at the time. I may be getting more gray hairs as this goes on... Ah, well. Such is life.

You may be wondering what I'm stressing about, but I'm not going to tell you. I really wish I could, but most of it is incredibly personal and I don't want the world to know what is going on. No, you don't need to be worried. Yes, I'll be okay. No, it's probably not what you're thinking it is unless I've talked about it with you directly. Which is highly unlikely. Let me keep my personal things to myself. 'Kay? 'Kay.

... That last bit seemed a bit mean... Sorry. I appreciate any and all concern, but I don't want to have to deal with answering people's questions right now. I am an introverted person. I like my privacy. I retreat to myself in order to recoup or solve my problems. I hope you can respect that.

So, now that that's done I'm just going to write whatever I want.

I've been thinking about transferring to FSU. Yes, because it's close to home. I have a long time to decide whether or not that's the right choice, but it will eventually be made. I loved living in Orlando and I miss the few people I've come to love down there, but I don't know how I feel about returning. I probably feel that way because I haven't finished what I moved back to Tallahassee to finish, yet. So if I were to go back to Orlando now, I would feel like a failure. The situation will change and my thoughts and feelings probably will as well.

My back just popped. It was glorious.

I'm tired. I'm going to give up writing now and crawl into bed.

Nighty-night.