I feel like there are tiny people dancing around in my stomach. I know people typically describe this sensation as 'butterflies', but I think dancing people is more accurate. I'm anxious because I know that on this site people actually read what I write for the most part. Yikes!
I'm moderately annoyed because for the rest of the month I'm going to be so busy
traveling hither and yonder. Yet, for the past three weeks I did diddly-squat- sitting around the house wallowing in my depression.