So I went to work today, and I'm happy to report that there was no Evil Psychopathic Mother out to get me. Hopefully she won't ever show up, and this whole stupid awful situation will be over with.

( Monty, however, was back )

I would so, so badly like to write today. Right fucking now, as a matter of fact.

My problem? First off, it's too damned hot. I've come to the conclusion that I can't get anything substantial written until waaay after midnight, which seriously fucks up my mornings and leaves me feeling like shit the rest of the day. Until after midnight, anyway, ( Read more... )

"Buddhism tells us that while pain is a natural part of every life, we can end the suffering by letting go of our need for things to be a certain way. This is the ultimate in wisdom and freedom. Most problems aren't problems. It's only our attachment to things being other than they are that makes them problems. Attachment brings suffering. Once we ( Read more... )

::looks at the calendar::

I'm terribly talkative on Sundays, aren't I?

Let's see. I don't bring this up a lot (and maybe I should, considering the title of my journal) but there was a time in my life, during the worst of my anxiety and depression, when I couldn't do anything creative. I couldn't write. I couldn't paint. I couldn't design. I ( Read more... )

I am down tonight. Don't know why. I think it's a mixture of PMS and the crazy nature of my life since December. There's just so much going on, coming at me...I guess I'm still learning to adjust.

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I feel like shit tonight.

Christmas is bothering me more than it usually does. I hung a string of lights in my window over the weekend and had to resist the urge to tear it down again last night. Looking at them in the darkness of my bedroom reminded me of doing the same thing five years ago ... ten years ago ... of funerals and misery and the ( Read more... )

I can't believe I'm doing this again ( Read more... )