Fell off the wagon, some know what I mean, I am the hippychic after all. Dissapointed in myself, but not really. Does a coin marked 30 days make or break my life, not really. I have had one before and where is it now - dont know. So I start over, or do I? I dont know. I slept a sleep I havent had in ages, the kind you wake up from knowing you rested well, and I felt ready to take on the day. Some know what I have been through in the past few weeks - though I have sworn to myself not to put pics of my gallstones on the site.... but I would have put up the ovaries and appendix had the docs let me keep them. Two weeks have passed since the rearranging of my body parts and I am feeling better now, getting around well, and driving. Its the not having any hormones and refusing to take them that is making me insaner than usual. I wish I could paint the insaneness I feel. The camera just cant pick those emotions up. The computer just makes shapes and colors. A little frustration setting in - like sexual tension. Am I aloud to say that here? I moved into my new house and I am almost done. Still on dial up until SBC gets my DSL fixed so this sucks. But life is updating itself slowly. One day at a time as they say.