Slipping

Good things are happening today. I got a new job. That's great. For some reason though, I feel like I should be happier than I am. I kind of feel sad, and not because of the job. Not because of anything, really, except that I'm worried about things that I can't control right now. Things that could be a big deal soon. I'm scared. I'm sad. But not enough to do anything to me.

I've noticed since I stopped taking my medication that I am a lot less moody and emotional. I don't bounce around nearly as much. I have felt like a fat cow lately, but I don't think that's because of the medication. That must be something else. But it seems to be passing. I saw my hip bone yesterday and got excited about it.

This is the lazy summer. I have no excuses for why I'm not getting things done. I'm not busy. But it seems like when I look back on things, I don't know where all the time went. It's just slipping by, day after day. And now it has been seventeen days and time needs to stop slipping. I need to stop slipping.