Imperfection

I am Amsterdammed again. Same hotel room as last time, making myself cosy in it, adapting to the night of sleep that I lost on the way, that will only get back when I return.

This time it feels known, my little work/rest/socialise routine. I'm understanding a few things simply by being put in this context, about my Montreal life. And also that I thought I was pretty good and stable last time, but today I know that I was down still and that I am better now. Interesting no? Even if I still feel mildly down, but clearer.

I couldn't help doing some liquid social integration (after work drinks). That is making me somewhat wrinkled today. Tonight I'm resting and hoping to sleep thru it (and not lay awake as I've done the past 2 nights), and after, 3 social liquid nights in a row. I will be good?

I completely stopped the night meds that I took, that helped me sleep. The side effects are huge enough to prefer the sleepless nights. I realised this when taking a taxi from the airport did not turn my stomac! It used to be the norm. Didn't realise how taxing and frankly debilitating that was. I'm sticking with the day pills though, smaller dose.

Got some stress poking at me, what can I do? Take it easy and be healthy.I have to talk to a torn writer who got the wrong side of me, bleh. Torn, sensitive writers, I know this!

Passive-aggressivity, i'm learning this, seeing it a lot around me and in me too :-/.

I am Imperfect people, flawed. That's it.

Amourx.