Ummm.

This weekend was weird.

GOOD weird.

Just...real weird.

Heartwarmer and I have definitely decided to stay in our cheap, big apartment in Crown Heights. We're gonna try and find another roommate and hopefully fix things up a little and make it more homelike. It's totally a good thing too. I'm so relieved - it's a financial relief, a stress relief, and I feel like maybe I can try to be a little more like Heartwarmer in the budgeting area and hopefully save some money. I'd really like to be able to afford living alone after she leaves for the Peace Corps next year.

I have about ten thousand million zillion things on my plate at work right now and I can't focus on any of it (clearly, since I'm blogging). I can't focus on anything. I'm just, like, this total flurry of excitement. There are lots of things going on - not the least of which is the dispute over my house - but I feel like I have it all under control. I think it's partially the relief of not moving, partially a lawyer who seems optimistic and supportive, and the usual epiphany of self worth that comes with realizing that something that had previously upset and confused me had nothing to do with me whatsoever.

In light of my recent depressive episode I can't help but wonder if it's a manic episode, but then I can't help but wonder if that's just me being nervous about my dad. I also think...um...*ahem* a...uh...recent rush of oxytocin is a major contributor to my cheerful outlook (please ignore the blushing). Either way, Salty's been harping at me to find a good therapist and she's absolutely right to do so - I just unfortunately have not had the time to follow up on a list of referrals I have - I'm too buried at work!

On that note...back to the grind...