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Well, the Black Dog has arrived and is here for its usual "piss on Laurie's holiday season' stay. Despite being in a state of total anxiety about the state of the country (will today mark the first election of a KNOWN pedophile to the US Senate?), I'd been hanging on. But, I think encouraged by my fighting some kind of virus for over a week now, my total frustration with my body and its ineptitude, and the fact that I'm not going to get the house ship shape and tidy by Christmas (plus a few other things), depression has gotten hold of me really good. Or really bad, I guess.
Fuck. This probably means I will now have even less energy to devote to cleaning, writing, sewing, baking, and the lot of things that need doing. Oh, well, I at least made it to two holiday events before I crapped out. Who knows now if I'll make it to the shelter event and/or the dance one.
*wanders off to feel sorry for myself, making Eeyore sounds*
Fuck. This probably means I will now have even less energy to devote to cleaning, writing, sewing, baking, and the lot of things that need doing. Oh, well, I at least made it to two holiday events before I crapped out. Who knows now if I'll make it to the shelter event and/or the dance one.
*wanders off to feel sorry for myself, making Eeyore sounds*