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About to have coffee and start taking the "one small thing at a time" approach to working on Hardy Boys.
Emmie is out of hard cat food, which might require me to leave the house later, dammit. I'm seriously tempted to just treat her to soft food today and pick up the hard stuff on my way home from my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow.
Speaking of which... I'm trembling with fear and anxiety about that. I don't feel ready to go back to Ipsos-Reid (even though I want to), and with the new exercise program I'm on plus the volunteer request I have in to Quagga, I think I'm juggling about as many balls as I can manage right now. I'm going to try to negotiate another month or so of sick leave from Dr. S. *beats head against desktop* It's all a tangled ball of confusion and despair that makes death seem pretty appealing.
I know I talk about that a lot -- death, that is, and wanting to die -- but each time that desire comes over me, it feels just as intense, consuming, and poisonous as the last, and usually more so. If I look at all the times I've felt that way, I'm amazed I've made it this far.
Okay. Time for coffee.
Emmie is out of hard cat food, which might require me to leave the house later, dammit. I'm seriously tempted to just treat her to soft food today and pick up the hard stuff on my way home from my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow.
Speaking of which... I'm trembling with fear and anxiety about that. I don't feel ready to go back to Ipsos-Reid (even though I want to), and with the new exercise program I'm on plus the volunteer request I have in to Quagga, I think I'm juggling about as many balls as I can manage right now. I'm going to try to negotiate another month or so of sick leave from Dr. S. *beats head against desktop* It's all a tangled ball of confusion and despair that makes death seem pretty appealing.
I know I talk about that a lot -- death, that is, and wanting to die -- but each time that desire comes over me, it feels just as intense, consuming, and poisonous as the last, and usually more so. If I look at all the times I've felt that way, I'm amazed I've made it this far.
Okay. Time for coffee.
