Eight Lives Left

The evening went ok. I tasted bacon and Gorgonzola pizza for the first time, which was interesting. We stopped by Wegman’s on the way home and did our little bit of shopping so now I won’t have to go out tomorrow. I even found King Cakes at the Wegman’s, so I bought one.

Tomorrow will be dates and WoW and writing papers for school. Sunday we have to take our nephew to a movie because his sister is having her birthday party and he doesn’t want to deal with a bunch of screaming nine-year old girls, go figure.

Things are ok.

Situational depression is better than clinical major depression by a long shot. It still sucks, though.

I really just want to curl up and not be around for a while. I think I’ll let Tel drive the nephew home. It’s raining which is the sort of time when she takes over anyway.

Sitting in the rain in a leaky car posting depressed entries to my journal from my BlackBerry. How emo of me.

I’m feeling tired and unmotivated. I really want to hole up and hibernate for a while. Maybe there’ll be time for that next week. We’ll see.