Mental

I had some crazy dreams last night. Mostly about this project I have to do for an art class. Apparently I'm pretty stressed out about it, even though it's going to be fun. But I suppose things that are going to give people a direct insight to my life is somewhat unnerving. How much can you safely show? Not that I don't like talking about myself, but some things are not meant for the public eye.

So I spent last night actually doing work, and today will be spent going to actual class. And doing more work. And having some fun. I need that. I've been sitting here feeling sorry for myself for the past four days and I need to get out of it. I've been in decade number 3 for exactly one week. At this time seven days ago, I was at breakfast with someone I thought was with me because he wanted to be. But the Mimosa and latte and California style omelet was still good, and the walk on the beach was still wonderful and beautiful. Now that I'm official, I feel different, but I can't quite decribe how. I'm sure it's all mental.