I am alive, indeed, I am alive. I write this before running off to the gym for 20 minutes before M comes back from his Italian lesson.
But don't let that 'running' in the previous paragraph fool you and make you think I'm being super-active and whatnot. I actually just had a two-hour long nap which was much needed. The past week and a half has been about taking things easy after my body gave out in two ways, the first one being my back completely spasming on me last week (so much so I cried every time I moved), and the second one a cold, one of those I finally hadn't had in a while.
So it's about taking care of myself, really, and realising... Realising that I have all the ability in the world to do what I am being asked to do, in this time frame, and I should let no one stress me out about not having started six months ago. I didn't, and that's that. So I'll do it in the time I have, and it'll be pretty damn good as well.
I am very self-righteous today. I'm not sure why. It feels good though, and for once... I don't feel particularly guilty... Actually, I'm not being honest there: I'm not feeling as guilty as I have for the past two months.
The day this thing is not going to be hanging at the back of it every second of every hour anymore, shall be a very, very happy day. I cannot wait.