Sanguine Me


It’s official. I have been boxed. Finally, I have a label. Do I want a label? I’m not sure, but anything that could potentially help me understand what the heck goes on in my head nugget, aka brain, is handy.¬†According to my personality book – which I was advised to purchase following another apocalyptic meltdown and flare up of¬†DDS (Down in the Dumps Syndrome) – I am a Sanguine. I am Sanguine? I have Sanguine? Anyway, that’s me! Continue reading