Back In Austin

I'm back in Austin, but the adjustment was pure hell.

When I go home for an extended amount of time, I find it hard to leave. It's easy to sleep all morning and afternoon. It's easy to have your parents drive you wherever you want to go. And you don't have to think about much.

So, when I finally arrived back in Austin, I had a miniature panic attack. I hid it well, so no one noticed. My stomach went crazy and I had a hard time sleeping. I couldn't eat anything because I never felt hungry. And when I did have food in my mouth, I felt like I was full. My mind kept going at night even while I watched TV. Sucks.

It took 2 nights, but I feel good. I feel better. While I'd like to go home again, I don't feel anxious or anything.

I don't know if I'll keep it up, but I've been logging into Yahoo! Messenger and MSN Messenger. It's not like I know anyone on either, but I figure someone might...I don't know.

MySpace is being unreliable. Right when I'm about to post a bulletin, the server crashes or something. Sure, it was just a survey, but it sucks.

Alright. It's nearly 5AM. I think I should go to bed.