This weekend, there was a death*, a birth**, a wedding*** and some fighting ( Read more... )

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If there's anybody who reads my LJ who doesn't have some kind of mental or chronic illness, it's probably not clear what all the fuss is about. But for me, this is one of the best days I've had in a long time, and I've done a bunch of stuff I've been meaning to get around to. There's still stuff that needs doing - I didn't get around to picking up ( Read more... )

The internet hadn't hurt my attention span. I was as patient as I'd ever been (not very). Nor did I jump to conclusions on insufficient evidence.

Then I spent a very frustrating hour playing Don't Shoot the Puppy.

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I am, to quote Christopher Brookmyre, suffering from a condition referred to in the medical journals as "all fucked up ( Read more... )

So today I realised that my feeling of cranky and frustrated and generally out-of-sorts is exactly 28 days since I last felt like this. D'oh. Apparently, it really is PMT.

I swear, once upon a time I had actual emotions. Now I just have hormones and bad brain chemistry. It's kind of depressing.

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Who's been in Waterstones recently? It's bloody horrible! It used to be this nice quiet soothing place I went to because I could commune with the books and ignore people. But now the staff pounce on you the moment you get in the door. "Have you found what you're looking for?" Well, no, because I wasn't looking for the doorframe or the welcome mat. ( Read more... )

Today I have to go get my head shrunk in the morning and my cervix scraped in the afternoon. Shoulda registered with a dentist; I could've gone for the hat-trick.

This evening I think I will kill zombies on the PS2 and drink.

Nope! This evening it's hot, violent chicks on wheels, aka roller derby. Day's looking up already.

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I don't know if this is a reasonable thing to be bothered by. I absolutely cannot stand training courses about communication and interpersonal skills, especially when I'm quite clearly the only mental in the village. I need to stop going on them, because they fuck up my mood and my day ( Read more... )

I don't know why, but I've been dwelling on the end of my last bout of counselling.

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