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You know, it's like you're walking along, your brain on its leash, and whoops suddenly your foot slips on a banana peel, and SPLACK there goes your ass on the pavement, your brain running free, taking its moment of freedom from your leash holding hands.

And then it does whatever it wants.

Your brain, that is.

Mine, well I was walking it all la dee daa in the sunshine. Ah, what a lovely day it seemed. Sun shining, list of things to do getting done, and then SLIP down I went and my happy brain, out for a simple walk, decided to run off and go amok on me.

So yeah. feeling shitty again. Joy.
I have to move from the house I really love a lot. Cheap rent, cook enough housemates, etc, huge room in a huge house offf the street, mine in the back, but alas, friends, the house is being....sold.

So away I go. My new place is smaller, and more expensive. Shitty. And I am sort of frustrated with this town. Wanted to run off to SF and get away, but worried I would not come back and finish rebuilding my so called life.

Argh.
Pirate says Ahoy Mateys, tidbits of joy used to come so much easier. WTF? I don't jive with the whole, "What a beautiful day. I feel like shit." But here we are, ladies and gentlemen. Step right up and take a peek inside the Fun House.

It's a hill, a journey. I am sure it will liven up as soon as I find where my brain went running to, and as soon as I begin to anticipate the fucking banana peel before it finds its way under my unsuspecting sole.