In my entire life, there is always certain facts that I can count on...nothing can make me as happy as a Disney trip and nothing can cause me to crash like Post-Disney Depression. Walking into work this morning was one of the hardest things I've had to do in a very long time.
I'm trying to remember all the bucket-list items I checked off this year:
-- Four parks in one day!
-- Staying at the Beach Club
-- Not having any Asper breakdowns (only litle episodes)
-- Seeing the Main Street Electrical Parade for the final time
-- FINALLY stopping at a Florida Citrus Center
But there were also important things I didn't get to do:
-- See Animal Kingdom at night
-- Not get rained on
-- Get a hot dog at Casey's
-- Walk around without my feet swelling to epic proportions
I really didn't notice that the meds affected the trip much and that was what I was most worried about. I also had a really great time with my Brother-In-Law, something I was a bit worried about and my Sister and I got along as usual...one or two small instances of blow-ups on the last couple of days, but nothing major and nothing that wasn't forgotten in like two minutes. Funny that...I hold grudges forever against others for the slightest of offences, but I can't stay mad at Amber for very long.
I still haven't dealt with the massive pile of pins I bought yet, but all the other new stuff is put away in their new homes and, despite the half-dozen bags I brought home, there wasn't nearly as much once it all got put away.
I have NO idea when I'll get around to pictures, but considering I have lots of restaurants and the Beach Club to review, I'll have to get around to it eventually.
I think my stitching mojo is back though...I haven't started back yet, but it's on the agenda for tonight (unless either the shrink or the therapist pisses me off again and I just want to go home and brood).