Yeah... I see I've been kinda burying some of the feels from December. My poems keep reflecting that. It sucks, in one sense, to be feeling these feels again but at the same time, it's good, because I am doing something constructive with them instead of eating them. Well, that's a little untruth. I ate them earlier today when I was working because, well, I had to keep working, and because there are reeses minis in the house. At least I ate only 6 of them. It could have been worse. I'm staying out of the kitchen this evening and instead sitting at my computer and trying to write more. And I need to crochet some more of those little worry worms or wishing worms or whatever they are called. I think I like calling them wishing worms.