I feel a bit better than yesterday. But yep, I'm still a mess. And then... another beach weekend looms. And then a one-month getaway. I don't think I'll be getting over this messy-ness anytime soon. So in the meantime I'm trying to keep myself as faraway from trouble as possible. And by "trouble" I mean the you-know-what kind that will put to test everything I've been pitting myself against for the past four and a half months. And I was so close to defying it kanina. I think I already have, but got a hold of myself. So I'm uncounting my demerits for a sort-of good job, for someone who's admittedly in a mess.
I'm not making sense. I don't even know why I blogged.
Somebody save me.
