chocolate in milk form just isn't cutting it...
I need chocolate... and lots of it... Will leave a note for Mum on the door in hopes she will bring some home for me tomorrow...
That aside, it was a pretty awesome weekend. Becca is absolutely obsessed with Insomnia and listened to it countless times today.
I called Amber to see if she would be going to the fair tonight and got her answering machine and she called me back later. (Turns out she wasn't, but it didn't matter at that point because Mum and the girls-- Becca has a friend over-- had already left.) I couldn't really hear her for most of the conversation, but the jist of what I got is that she is no longer Amber (or at least hoping to be so, but I believe she said she'd already had it changed) and a few other things, which I don't feel like mentioning.
Lastly, a note for those of you who are worried about how depressive I've been lately: Stop. I'll be fine, okay? Stop jepordizing your own mental health by worrying about me. I've lived through worse depressions than this, and I've made promises that I would not to do anything stupid like I used to. So stop worrying so much about me. It'll pass. And in the meantime, I'm just going to stop talking about it so that you won't have reason to worry.
That aside, it was a pretty awesome weekend. Becca is absolutely obsessed with Insomnia and listened to it countless times today.
I called Amber to see if she would be going to the fair tonight and got her answering machine and she called me back later. (Turns out she wasn't, but it didn't matter at that point because Mum and the girls-- Becca has a friend over-- had already left.) I couldn't really hear her for most of the conversation, but the jist of what I got is that she is no longer Amber (or at least hoping to be so, but I believe she said she'd already had it changed) and a few other things, which I don't feel like mentioning.
Lastly, a note for those of you who are worried about how depressive I've been lately: Stop. I'll be fine, okay? Stop jepordizing your own mental health by worrying about me. I've lived through worse depressions than this, and I've made promises that I would not to do anything stupid like I used to. So stop worrying so much about me. It'll pass. And in the meantime, I'm just going to stop talking about it so that you won't have reason to worry.