I am off the weed, which had become a daily thing for two weeks or so. MO is still a problem, but it's shifting at the moment and I have this weird thing were I find wanting to MO more pleasureable than actually doing it. Driving myself around the bait and fantasizing about it seems to be a kick in itself, for some reason. Reminds me of this: Video has a woman crawling around in the forest, dressed and all. Still, since our fracking brains can spot teh sexay in everything, be warned. :3 Really like the song though. I have a hard time focusing today. I have energy, but energy isn't the problem, focus is. At least for now. Zuviel Kraft in der Lunge für zuwenige Trompeten. Something along these lines, I suppose. At least I am over that depressed feeling from that romance gone wrong from last summer. Siedenote, would not have terminated the contact to the person mentioning it if I haven't had other issues with them. I am not THAT vengeful. It was the last coordinate in a slow moving aiming process. Main gun big, main gun go boom, BFG of the soul, man. I've gotten better at discerning whom I want around but I still need a casus belli. Time to be productive now, no matter how volatile my focus is at the moment.