Well, in the sleepy sense.

More about growing up creole...

It really wasn't until after my undergraduate servitude (before remedial graduate school slavery) that I finally realized that I really needed to get over the hair thing, the childhood thing. I had to find a way to get over it and not be dragged by it. I needed to remember it fondly, not as the only defining stuff about me and my life.

Actually, the funny part is, that's only happened as I have seen myself grow beyond the student, into a professional. And then, I had enough of a professional career to look back and then judge myself against.

Ah. The INTJ.

Today, I'm tired, as I have taken a new job in the last six weeks, have been busting my tail there, then going home ot build my own MK business. But my energy levels are insanely high, and my moods are certainly changing. The Ambien-induced sleep doesn't hurt, that's for sure. But I'm on a path to somewhere, which is always powerful to me. And meeting someone I click with certainly doesn't help.

So. Guess I should go work on the business plan. I once again have hope in my career, a path to get to the plans I have for myself.

Scary crap, really. Awesome. Creepy. Cool.