You know what?

I think I need to go back into Speech Therapy. Seriously.

It's connected to my moods, and even when I think I'm feeling calm I find my tounge getting completely twisted into knots. Even when talking with my parents.

I'd really rather not, though, as I hated it as a teenager. I can't talk about myself, how I'm feeling, so I ended up getting flustered and upset. I was a weepy teenager anyway, and I've only managed to break the crying-in-public habit (barely!) in the last couple of years.

Dammit.

In other news, Rowan and I are taking a much needed break and invading thaya_rayal's new place tomorrow night. My upstairs neighbour's gonna supervise the last of the building work for me, as well as feed Symba. I just wish it could have all been done by now, as I'm not looking forward to coming back to a still-messy house.

Though having said that, I really should be doing some cleaning up right about now... Procrastinator? Me? Surely you jest...