This fucking aspergers lark is exhausting. Your mind keeps working at full steam, but never shows any sign of wanting to give itself a rest now and then. At the moment my thoughts are predominantly good ones, and the picture above represents bright, fleeting thoughts in profusion. I am thinking of those closest to me, and regret that I will probably never be able to express adequately how much they mean to me. I have spent much of the past fortnight feeling rock bottom. Today I feel a certain happiness which I'm frightened to embrace, in the certainty that the aspergers will conspire to rob me of it. My moods have always been a bit of a white-knuckle ride, only you can never be sure at which point you have to get off.
I do not like herring-gulls, though I don't hate them enough to prevent me from living on the coast. The gulls have been unusually noisy and persistent today. My mood is such that the varmints haven't annoyed me today, where I would normally be incandescent with rage by now.
After the heavy rain and strong winds of yesterday, we have been treated to a beautifully sunny day, however more of the atrocious stuff is expected later on today. I hope my friends in the west of the country haven't been affected by all the flooding.
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