Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggg.  

It takes me three hours to finish a cup of coffee

The squares on my calendar are filling up.  My walls aren't as empty as they once were. The conversations I'm having are honest and filled with laughter.  My stomach isn't constantly growling at me anymore.  Thoughts and images pour from my brain to my frantic hands to the paper on my desk.  My skin feels good and my vision is clear.  I'm not content and I'm working towards not growing up. 

Also; I acquired a map and a lucky stick.