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It’s funny how ever since I’ve come home I keep feeling like I’m balancing between two extremes. Within the span of an hour I’m deliriously happy and then utterly depressed, and then it just goes on and on and on and on until I calm myself down with music. It’s like my mood just swings from one to the other without sense or order or logic.
On the one hand, I’ve finally come back from the Land of Cows and Ducks, which is good, because I can’t really be happy if I’m not in the city. I’ve watched movies I’ve been wanting to watch, I’ve caught up on my reading, and I’ve inspiration for writing, which is more than I could have said for myself three months ago (dude, minibang is getting way out of hand here. Seriously.)
On the other hand, I’m stressed over college admission, since I still haven’t gotten my letter, and the better reception I get over my newest ficcing the more anxious I get that the rest is going to be a huge disappointment.
On a third hand, though, I’m completely obsessed over Sherlock.
/waits for you on aim
Date: 2010-08-31 03:22 pm (UTC)(No — well, yes, but no. That is, I finished the second draft, but I've still — a few scenes, the epilogue and the full editting to add in. ;o; why did I start doing this again?)
Seriously. I'll watch White Collar if you watch Sherlock. Deal?