Anger/Disappointment/I don't want to live here anymore

I fell

Both literally and metaphorically.

Not ok, K.

K. is one of the many doctors I've met in my life. She's also one of the doctors I kept seeing. Not very often, not as often as I should at least. The first time we met, she almost forced me into a panic attack. A lot has changed since then, I don't get panic attacks when I see her. I think it's her voice, she's changed it somehow. Made it softer. Perhaps she's doing it only for me but I'll never ask, so I'll never know the truth. We're getting along better now, that's the point.

No title (because I can)

Today is a good day. Not in a "woohoo, the world is mine for the taking, let's parteeeh, bitches!" way, but good. I stayed up last night, got a few hours of sleep this morning and when I woke up, my brain -silly brain- said it had a couple of ideas. What's odd is that they are ideas about a play. I don't write plays! I don't have a clue how to do that! But my brain has already set up the stage and the characters are waiting for me to give them lines.

The problem is I can't find a decent "How To", so if anyone has advice or a link to a proper guide or something, I'll be here, telling my characters to be patient. Anyone? Hmm?