everything's alright, yes, everything's fine

There's so much running through my head right now. I'm at the point again where I just don't think I can do it anymore. There's hope, but then there are things I can't do much to control working against me. As usual.

So instead of dwelling on my crappy day, I will say this: Psychiatrists must have something better to do with their time than diagnosing Anakin Skywalker with Borderline Personality Disorder. I mean, was this a lunchtime conversation that somebody decided would make a good paper, or did somebody actually get a research fellowship for it? Inquiring minds want to know.