Since slipping down the rabbit hole I have slowly climbed back out over the last couple of days. Yesterday I felt better than the day before and today I feel even better. I don’t know that I’ll ever know the exact cause of why I suddenly had more anxiety than I’ve had in months, but I wonder if the striped nail dream was a sign. Something bad almost always happens after I have a bad dream about myself or someone I know. It’s just not always what I saw in the dream.

Taking the day off from working out because my muscles are stiff. Probably going to take a walk down to Dixie’s place later and do more painting. Ran out of one of my blues but had some leftover paint from other projects and found a shade that matches.

Set up a blog on Tumblr where I’m slowly posting journals one entry at a time. It’s going fast because I’m not titling the entries or backdating them and they have a 250-post limit per day which I doubt I’ll ever reach because I still need to skim through what I’m posting even after doing a “replace all” of names and other things. I’m enclosing the dates the entries were written in the posts themselves. It’s just that I realized that as long as I change or drop last names and don’t have any sensitive info or anything that can specifically identify anyone, threats, slurs, or stuff like that in word-sensitive America, I’m not doing anything wrong. I am, however, keeping it pretty private. It’s one thing for a stranger to read that Tammy looked like shit on such and such a day but another for her to read it. I don’t want to offend anyone I personally know and care about, but if some stranger out there has a problem with me being liberal, for example, fuck them. Opted out of being searchable via search engines and created the account under a bogus email address so Aly can’t find it or anyone else that decides to look me up. The thing that sucks is that I can’t get my tracker to work. Oh well. Last I knew, Tumblr was pretty dead. It’s mostly for photos and music.