what the hell is going on?
anxiety has taken a much needed holiday and is leaving me with these demonic little tummy butterflies all getting up in their kung fu gear.
the similarities are few and far between;
i've started laughing for unknown reasons;
things started happening;
but i'm not sure if said things should be happening for any known reason, other than it is the right time and the right place for it.
And i think i know what i want to do.