Towards the end of my shot, I start to get random mood swings. As long as I can still objectively identify that I'm "thinking funny" I'm still okay. It's also a good idea that I go in sometime this next week to make sure I get my shot. The alternative is less than pretty.
Ok, my email is zenten@livejournal.com, I could call you when I'm at lunch or break, or I could contact you tonight, although I was going to be hanging out with a friend from Toronto tonight.
Whenever, it's not an urgent pressing issue, rememebr you're talking to a girl who loses weeks out of her life. Things happen when they happen. Convenience also reduces stress
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I just get randomly insecure and hypocritical for no apparent reason whatso ever.
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looks like we are a matched pair today then.
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I blame the weather. Or the experimental farm. It's always the experimental farm!
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