Day 16 - Gaps

My memory fails me these days. My short-term is absolute shit. I blame my newly acquired (under-construction) zen attitude. I'm having to relearn how to function when not weighted down by enough stress to pop Rob Ford. Seriously, have you seen this guy (on your right)? That, that was my stressed state! A bloated, crack smokin', fowl-mouthed Canadian man. Which is a funny image, if you ask me.

And for kicks:

I'm not political today. Just love the sketch.

I didn't expect to have processing issues when not stressed. Then again, being freaked out and jacked while still tired 90% of the time, I suppose I can see how my body would have to rewire itself. But the fog is horrid. It's this feeling like I didn't do anything in a day, even if I packed in a dozen things. I find that I've had to really sit and breathe, calmly taking stock of a day to appreciate it. I'm not complaining, I'm just very confused by the way my mind works. Large projects are getting done in less than half the time, but strange simple things have becoming foreign to me. My favorite has been the general mess that is my apartment. It's always been messy, and while I never truly enjoyed the mess, I'd always been able to not give much of a damn constantly. An occasional check in was enough. Hey, Apartment. Hey, Andrew. Sure are dirty, Apartment. I am, Andrew, would you clean me? Fuck you, Apartment. Okay, Andrew. That was about as far as it ever got. Now, I hear Apartments voice not as a peaceful yogi, but a high-pitched, lead anime girl. She needs to die.

Speaking of said voices. What the fuck, Japan? I'm a nerd, and a good one at that, and lord knows I love me the Nippon, but I know for a fact that not every Japanese female sounds like this:

I'm looking forward to the day when I'm 100% the man that I want to be. It's soon, I feel, but I sure wish that bloke would lead me through the fog that is my mellon asap.

Things that help: bath, tea, tons of water, spicy food, apparently anything that helps birth a baby!