The other day, I was working on a presentation about chivalry in hard-boiled detective fiction...I worked on it for like three hours straight, without looking up and felt so awesome about myself.

Take that, lack of concentration.

If I am allowed to do something I'm really interested in and if it's really worthwhile and of my own choosing, I can kick some ass at it.

Work has also become easier. For the last few weeks, I never admitted it, but I was often struggling to keep my head above water.

Life is looking up. I would like to believe that friendship is possible. I'm impatient.