I feel like cleaning. Not only that, but I feel like getting rid of things. A little late for Spring, but what the hell.

I have energy all of a sudden. This is worth mentioning, because this is the first time since before I had Johnny that I have actually wanted to get up and do stuff.

I want to go back to work.

Of course, this occurred to me the other night, and the motivation came just this afternoon, so it could be something I ate. But until now, sure. I cleaned my house, half-heartedly and half-assedly, and half-any other body part I can think of. But now I feel some drive.

Finally.

Maybe I can put it to good use. And stop bouncing around aimlessly, compulsively, and then going to bed late, and waking up depressed because I got nothing done. Distraction has been fun, though.

I am hoping to zip through all my lists, be they personal, or fanon, or whatever, and accomplish something this summer. We'll see if that happens.

Though if it is something I ate (or didn't), maybe I'll give up meat for an extended period of time.

...We'll see how long that lasts.

By the by? Warm peanut butter melted over toast and topped with bananas. And a glass of chocolate soy milk. Haven't had that since I was pregnant, either. And damn is it good.