When was the last time I wrote anything? Seems like a long time ago, but who knows? I've decided what I want to do with my life (psychiatric nurse practitioner), I've hung out with a two year old, I've cried for practically no reason, I've planted seeds that are now seedlings, I've made ice cream and cake and cobbler and dinner foods, too. Tonight Marissa made "noodles" (the word for any pasta dish--this was angel hair and red sauce--classic) and then fell asleep (she was feeling sick) so Innana and I hung out for a bit, and ate dinner together, and watched Powerpuff Girls.
We went for a walk to the big park on Fremont and 7th this afternoon. There were a couple of kids, a few doggies, and some fast slides. Then we got some fried chicken at the new conveinence store on Alberta. The chicken was good.
I've been, strangely, very happy lately. Happy about making good decisions, happy about my living situation, life goals, quitting, getting along with my ex-boss. The flip side--the strange side--is that I'm not sure what to do with being happy. I'm so unused to it that my moods are sharp. I've also been drinking myself into a stupor a lot less. The down side is aimless Amysue, not using her free time effectively.