Hate when I lose things.

Not letting it disturb my peace or break Composition of Character.  After a quick dash up to the third floor, my room in the new desk there it is.  Laughed at myself the whole way back down here.  Was actually stressing about it, but m feelings were genuine, and from a love of writing.  Journaling, recording thoughts, playing with and learning from them.

Mental Health… more exploration of.  My own, and after going through certain things.  Learning that so much is out of my control, and the degree to which you might worry, now, will later seem silly, and you ask yourself WHY.

Did you think it was going to be forever, that feeling and way, the tension or whatever plagued you?

No, of course not.

More espresso after a shower and shaving, quick lunch here at the loft saving not only money but fucking TIME.