Maybe everything isn't hopeless bullshit?

Today feels turning-pointy, in a good way. I'm slowly coaxing and cajoling my body back to itself... I ate a real burrito today at lunch (admittedly very plain, but it had chicken in it) and that was sooooo good after days and days of crackers and noodles. Then I went to the gym, was surprised at how tiring pistols are, did better than I had any right to on my Turkish get-ups, and coaxed out some reluctant splits.

I read hundreds of emails, replied to some and listed out the others for future attention (still many hours of work left to do there). I beat an Alphabear level that I've been annoyed by and stuck on for weeks, and the next level is a worthy opponent.

And there was a major conversation that affects me very much, and I've waited for a long time for it to happen, and it was done well and it seemed to go well. I think I wasn't supposed to care very much (remember "solo projects" from the last post?) and so it is only to you, LiveJournal, that I confess to being dizzyingly relieved.

I know tomorrow will bring a flood of Monday crap, and that my handstands will most likely be floppy; but I'm also going to drink COFFEE for the first time in a week, and also all of the above. So I think I'll just savor this unfamiliar "okay" feeling for my last few minutes of consciousness today.