Friday night, with plants and the life-saving (but ugly as hell) bright light therapy lamp. It's dark, but it's there. Monday noon, just when the sun came out from behind the neighbouring buildings. I need more days like today.

All the hassle I went through last Tuesday was for nothing. They're not replacing my windows, they just put the notice through a wrong mailbox and didn't think of letting me know it was a mistake. My home is a mess of misplaced furniture and piles of things, but at least no strangers are invading my privacy any time soon, and it can stay a mess for a while. (To be honest, it's the natural state of this flat, but usually I keep my tables where they're supposed to be.) My stress level is getting back to its normal high instead of brain meltdown high, and I have a feeling this might be a better week. I Know it will be a better week (if only I get my window blinds back up, it's not an easy thing with only two hands and miniature sized friends. sorry, m.), lots of matchbox stuff to do (only one box ready, and I think I need to save that one for the 24th, or maybe I can do whatever I want since this isn't that Christmas-sy?) and good things to eat (soup? I've made ridiculously tasty soup lately, I didn't see that coming). See how great my focus is. Parenthesis rule.

I'm learning how to accept life. Or more specifically the fact that I'm sometimes like this. Or worse. Sometimes it's almost fun.

A SERIOSLY GOOD WEEK! (I hope? My mother is the best. I'm keeping all my fingers and toes crossed like never before.)