[vingt trois] i'd like to be under the sea

I had a pretty nasty dream last night; it involved me going back home to visit my family, which is fun enough, but unless you consider your whole family and yourself getting brutally murdered by an especially violent group of russian mafia fun, that's pretty much the only good thing about it.

But in all honesty, I've only handed in my resignation a few days ago and already I feel more like myself than  I have in months. I haven't been feeling well, though, nor sleeping well - bad dreams aside, I have a rough two weeks coming, with nearly full-time at the Starbucks plus my internship, plus studying for my Latin final; I can handle it, but I seriously can't wait to be able to rest. Naps can only do so much.

I'm still having terrible cramps, but I'm not sure if it's due to tiredness or the medicine I just started taking. It's supposed to help, but so far, nope. It's kinda dissapointing...but I still need to make an appointment for more tests, so we'll see.

I'm trying to stop worrying about food; trying. It's hard, but I'm so much happier when I'm not think about it, eating when I'm hungry, but there's still htis voice that tells me I'll get fat, I already am, if I just eat that fruit or get that drink or crackers. It's hard.

Well, at least, with my job at Starbucks over, I'll have time to concentrate on that issue, I suppose.