depression = better writing?
It is almost for sure: Jennifer is pregnant. She has an appointment with her gyno later this week where we can find out without a doubt. I am a little worried about how I will support my pumpkin when she is born (something tells me it is a girl) but I am mostly incredibly happy. As I have said before, I want a child.
Speaking of Jennifer, she stayed over for the weekend. If she had not been pregnant, she more than likely would be now.
After reading the above linked entry, I realized that I do not write as well as I used too. Perhaps being depressed makes me a better writer. My poetry would seem to support this, although I really don't like this. I would like to be able to write as eloquently about my life when it is going well as when it is not.
I saw my father this morning; I hadn't seen him in quite some time. I don't know if I don't like him or what. He hasn't really done anything to me in a long time, and I truly am trying to get over stuff that he did a long time ago. I no longer look at him and dislike him for any of it, but I get a weird feeling around him anyway.