The memories haven’t bugged me much. The moment the feelings start coming, I start slamming open their drawers, eager to yank them out and analyze the fuck out of them, but no. They don’t want to come and play, and they flee.
Mind you, my bipolar/PTSD is extremely adaptable, so they’ll find a way of coming back when I least expect it. I’m almost positive of this.
So perhaps the best method of luring them out (to be smacked about dearly with a stick with nails in it) is to not think about them at all and temporarily let the emotions grab hold of me before whacking them.
COME AND GET ME, MEMORIES OF THE PAST. I AM… um… TOTALLY NOT READY FOR YOU. ((Actually also true.))
I’ll let you know how that all works out.
In the meanwhile: argh, only a week left before I need to go back to work. Either I’ll be ready or I won’t be ready and will have to anyways. We’ll see.
Cleaning something out. A little bit more of kitchen organization, and trying to save a tiny snack bento that had utterly rotten food in it. Ick.
Cooking/baking/etc. something for myself. I made pad thai with chicken-broth soaked TVP. I really need to do something other than “X with rice noodles” but I rather like the rice noodles part….
Reading/watching something entertaining. I finished up Guards! Guards! and went out of my way to review it. I may be getting my reviewing chops back, although I still think it’s not as good as work I’ve been doing up until leaving Tor.com. I’m also starting up Genius Wars by Catherine Jinks.
Reading/watching/doing something educational. The Guards! Guards! review. Puttering around with the GoodReads widget for my updates, which may become a very regular thing.