Well, I don't know if depressed is the right word but I do know that if it's almost midnight and I just had some yogurt (after having juice and a bagel and cheese for brekkie) and that's it for the entire day (when I ignore lovely, yummy food sitting in the fridge), then depressed may just be the ticket, though not the meal-ticket.

Today is hate day. Hate the pain. Hate the tiredness. Hate the lack of focus.
I know: lather, rinse, repeat. Ha! I'd rather have want, take, have!

Well, I know I have M's love and encouragement, even when I was crying on the phone tonight. I think tomorrow I really need to distract myself by writing Chapter 3 of the McShep on massage. Except, waaaah, I need a massage. M, hon, can you come over and massage my footsets. [M gives a wonderful foot massage. Mmmmmmmm.]

Well, I think I have to stop babbling (or should that be blubbering) and maybe read some uplifting pr0n. Or ... I don't know. Maybe this all goes back to that ugly haircut. That's right, it's not me, it's my hair! Yes, I am laughing at myself. I'm good at it, too. Anyway, enough, now. Already. Yes, I really mean it. Shutting up ... almost ... NOW!

Teeter-totter hugs,
H.
And I'm using Rodney's pretty screwed up face icon for moral support.
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