Aug 24, 2007 21:59
. . . and all that crap. I had a definite urge to go bungee jumping with rope instead of elastic; tied around my neck instead of my feet. Unfortunately with today being 47, the symmetry would be all wrong.
I’m going through a medication makeover, so I know this minor bit of light depression I’m feeling is not necessarily a problem and I see the P doc on Tuesday. Suicidal thoughts have been an occasional hobby of mine since 14. Although my mind is cluttered with dark thoughts, my mood is near normal so don’t panic just yet.
Working at half my former pay scale isn’t going to work, but it’s better than making nothing at all.
My friend Allie hasn’t been having a pleasant time. Her man is hospitalized with something actually wrong this time if the liar can be believed. Anyway, this coincided with her mood crashing seriously. I think she was feeling suicidal before he started feeling ill.
My name change will continue progressing over the next few weeks or perhaps months. Maybe if I could get a break for a bit I could prepare to do a couple things a day until I get it all done. Obvious unrealistic thinking.