Today is the Superbowl. I hate football, but I love the Superbowl. It generally means good commercials. So let the entertaining begin…in several hours at least.

Ranee said something that I really appreciated about me being pretty normal functioning. That’s something that I love to hear, sometimes. I was actually told that a lot when I had my first serious breakdown when I was 16. People at my school had no clue that I was “crazy” because I would put on a smile and just go with the flow. I think it’s important that people know that people with mental illnesses can appear to be normal. That’s not something I say to scare anyone. It’s just something that I’m pointing out so that you realize that you can’t just point to someone and say that that person definitely has a mental illness. Oh, and not every weird person has one. Some people are just weird. Mental illnesses can be hard to spot.

So, who gets to vote in this lovely thing that everyone appears to be calling “Super Tuesday”? I get to. My mom was asking me if I’d ever voted in a Presidential-related election before. I pointed out that I had, in fact, voted against George Bush in 2004. Maybe she forgot how old I am, because it is practically impossible to forget how I feel about politics. If it weren’t for my mental health problems, I’d probably be one of those people (when old enough) that ran for President or something. I know, though, that very few people would elect someone who has mental health problems because they think that we’re incapable of doing things. The truth is that, except for the high levels of stress, I could probably do the job better than most people. I’ve been elected to various offices throughout my life. I love running for them. Of course, I didn’t appreciate some people ripping down my signs when I ran for Junior Class Treasurer in high school.

My eyes are burning, but I can’t get to my glasses right now. They fell on the floor, and Xander decided to lay down on top of them. He’s not heavy, but he’s stubborn, so getting them out from under him would be a difficult task.

Poor Willow. She’s whimpering right now because my mom is in another part of the house. If I were still in bed, she’d be coming back to my room and whimpering so that someone would pay attention to her. She doesn’t need constant attention, but almost always demands it anyway. I could say it’s because she’s a rescue, but all of our dogs are rescues and she’s the only one that is so attached to someone else.

I renewed FPS for another year yesterday. That will make it 7 years old on the 16th. Of course, that is just 1 day before my 24th birthday. Yeah, for those of you who didn’t know, it was a present for my birthday. When I was 17, I got quite a bit of stuff. I think it was mainly because I was still in that “breakdown stage”.