It's not really Saturday, it's Sunday, but I've already dated the page and set the navigation (did this yesterday in anticipation of the entry I would write last night but never got around to) and don't feel like changing it all now. 

I don't know how you handle stress, but I never know quite how just how to be. I don't necessarily want people to know exactly what's going on, as I have no desire to carry on a dialog about it with anyone but the closest of friends and family, but at the same time, it's hard to pretend that everything is just peachy when it most decidedly is not. Not even close to peachy. I get really intense when this much is happening in my life. Which right now, in the eighth month of my 36th year, is at a record setting all time high. I take things personally, I get angrier than normal, I cry more often and laugh louder than I should, and if you didn't know me, you might think I was a candidate for some one on one therapy and a supervised medication plan. Or at the very least, channeling Sally Field's Sybil.

I'm not telling you all of this so you can feel sorry for me or treat me differently. I'm just letting you know because I want to keep updating this site--at some point down the road, it will tell a story. Right now, I'm in the process of feeling my way around it the best I can. But as I said earlier, I just don't know how to be. That includes not only real life interactions, but online interactions as well. So, if I'm a little cavalier about something deadly serious in an update, or if I'm alternately aloof and clingy, it's not you. 

It's me. 

[ If my web cam weren't acting up, I wouldn't post a 
picture anyway. I don't particularly feel like it.]