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For the benefit of the doubters - and very much for myself - I just had to say "I TOLD YOU SO", in reply to my diatribe & stab at self-analysis from last night. Today I woke up groggy & wondering if anyone caught the license plate of the truck that hit me last night, but after an added hour of sleep, felt much better. And by the way, I didn't get trucked as in fucked up last night...wait, scratch that...I was fucked up, but not inebriated. Anyway, I found that all the digging around my soul sapped all my energy. I had a good vise-grip headache for about 90 minutes after I finished writing last night. I felt as if some weighted yoke had been lifted from my shoulders, and my head was a bit lighter, but I still wasn't myself.
Well, so far today, the Eagle has landed, and Brian is Back. I guess this validates my statement that I'm mood-swingy, which while bad, means that as much as I get in a funk, I can also head back the other direction. I know I'm not manic-depressant, I like to think I'm just human. As it turns out I needed some good brooding & sleep to get past yesterday. Today's a new day, and I have a new outlook. I'm kinda sorta ready to curbstomp shit today, and make it look effortless. Today is the C4 day: Calm, Cool, Collected, Confident for me. And that's good, cuz I had enough psycho thoughts through yesterday and into last night for both me and Norman Bates.
So it's time to lock & load, get ready to head to the office this afternoon to get some shit done. I'm feeling positive, productive, and ready to answer the call when the next person hits the panic switch.
Have a great day all. I know I will.
One Love.
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