Please say something nice to me, FList.  Rasvi, Fearnottheflame, and Talalkhemist will know why.  I'm on the verge of crying.

See, I used to be this really big Kung Fu fan, and David Carradine's book was my intro to taoism and . . . . now he's gone.

I remember how my friends and I had great nights in the mid to late 1990's watching Kung Fu: the ( Read more... )

That talking or thinking about how depressed you are just serves to make you more depressed?  At least, it does me, temporarily, anyway.  Talking to my psychiatrist this morning about the deep funk I've been in for the past month or so just made me wanna cry.  Dr. Ge upped my Prozac and prescribed me a sleeping pill for the nightmares.  (Her name ( Read more... )

It was very strange, because the nicest thing anyone ever said to me was said by someone who wasn't someone I knew well.  It was my fourth year of college, in my Shakespeare class.  We were reading King Lear.  We were discussing Cordelia ,the daughter who refuses to suck up to her father for personal gain (in case anyone isn't familiar with the ( Read more... )