let lemons be angry

Yesterday was a really good day. We went on a ducktour because it has been a LON6 time, and then I went to the Antwerp artists' collection at the national museum, and popped by nhb to initial my first invoice with them, and then just when it seemed like the day had ended, I went down for a chat at a publishing house and arranged to start work on monday.

Not long-term work, just an attachment that will help me learn the different roles in a publishing house. I envisage reading a lot of good books along the way.

So yesterday was a really good day. But when I got home and settled in after my shower, a little cloud of worry drifted in and sat itself on my forehead. And the cloud of worry grew into a medium-sized wasp of negativity, and then it ballooned into sudden paranoia and fear. This happens, and dear azi and i used to tell each other it was because of the moon that we sometimes felt sad for no reason. This time though, the paranoia was more than the usual fear that somebody was in my house, and the sadness was more than being deeply moved by nothing.

I tend to keep to myself when this happens, it's part of the paranoia. But this time k was there to pray me through it, thank you and sorry if i shocked you with my symptoms. I hope my readers don't think I'm crazy, because I'm not, just stricken with an overactive imagination that is a blessing during the day but a horror when i'm tired.

So thank You God for yesterday, i'm looking forward to monday.