i'm still in a good mood, riding the high of time spent with doc. he's being so nice to me. it's surprising after more than a year of complete indifference. i'm working on being better still, i won't give that up. maybe he just needs to see me trying. that's what's working now, i think. and i try not to think about it too much, i could drive myself crazy. and i'm not up for that.
i think i want a cup of coffee. or maybe grape powerade. i can't decide. i'll decide once i stand up.