I'm outta here, just for a few hours, too damned depressing over there.

[Denninmi]

3. Good morning, again.

Not that I'm shaking in my boots about this, I know assholes will be assholes. And frankly, I got over my weepy fearful stage, I don't know if it's the lamictal, the workouts, or what, but I'm like "bring it".

Even got in a bar fight Friday night and walked away with a bloody fat lip.

Ok, actually, got smacked in the face with an overhanging tree branch while riding Friday night. I thought the bar fight tale was a better one to tell the guys in the locker room this morning, LOL, then I told them it was a tree branch.

Great workout, then a few minutes in the steam room to let the eucalyptus help with the cold, then a really hot shower. So, I feel great today, other than the cold hanging on. Gray herringbone suit, raspberry broadcloth shirt, red, magenta, dark purple and black striped silk tie, and my Sketchers black suede and nickel hikers with gray, black, and white argyle socks. All of the sudden I love dressing nicely, with my own weird quirks, hence the suit and hiking boots look, because I look and feel better about myself. And mostly because it's the opposite of where I was afraid I was headed in the worst of my anxiety. This look is so NOT Cass Corridor (Detroit's notorious drug and violence neighborhood, the most dangerous in the city with a lot of homeless ).