Uh...

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, right now...because everything I thought was going to happen next week, is changed. And sorting it out has turned my brain to mush and my irritation up to max.

Doesn't help I still don't feel good. Not as bad as it was, but still not top of the hill. Fucking nose. 

Nor is having Dair's Window remaining chaotic around me assisting in stabilizing my instability. I even ate a fucking salad, and all that did was make my tummy join the madness in me.

I feel like something is about to break free and illuminate what next is to be done...or not. I dunno.

I think I need to get drunk.