I guess things are pretty much back to normal at work. I certainly hope so anyway.

Time for me to start easing that real life thing back into my existence. Not really sure what that means anymore though. I've completely lost focus.

Something will ground me I guess. I can't drift along forever, no matter how pleasant these past couple of weeks have been. Hard to believe that's all it's been. Seems like an eternity. Who was that guy, anyway? What a loser.

So I just drift. I muddle through. I have nothing for long for, and now I have nothing to fight against. I go to that haunted place and I sense no presence. My phone rings and I simply pick it up. I pull into the parking lot and all I look for is a place to park. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I live completely in the present. The present is fucking boring.

Meanwhile, there are fleas in my house. I find this odd because none of the cats seem to be carrying any.

Okay, this is strange. I'm having a fucking panic attack. My hands are shaking like crazy. Prescience, perhaps, or just too much caffiene?

Either way, it's an awful lot like having an actual feeling, so I'm going to enjoy it for a while.