Rainbows & Unicorns

This weekend was kind of a downer, for me and Paul both, beginning with the whole epilepsy saga and ending with me having a frantic panic attack about work at roughly 1:30 am this morning. After a fitful nights sleep, though, I am happy to report that things are looking up. Maybe my lack of sleep has jolted me into a quasi hypomanic state (god, I love new jargon to play with), or maybe this weekend was a watershed. I'm hoping the latter. Perspective is being gained, and control is being taken, and that is A Good Thing (capitals intended). Somewhere deep in my mind I am looking fit and happy and bouncy, wearing, I dunno, gym clothes and a cheerleader ponytail. There I am, eating carrot sticks and grinning like a lunatic; theres me again, falling onto the couch with a broad smile and dapples of sunlight filtering through my hair. My life WILL be a RealSimple photoshoot if it's the last thing I achieve. Or, more realistically, my life WILL NOT resemble a Guns & Ammo spread if it's the last thing I do.