crowdog66 ◾ ◾ Breakin' down, again

Ah, fuck, another blast of depression scouring my spirit. I was feeling crispy around the edges last night (mood swings, surges of anger), but today I feel like my heart has been cored out with a welder's torch. I'm also fighting a compelling desire to self-injure, but am managing to hold that at bay.

The Hardy Boys editors, for the record, can take a vacation in hell, all expenses paid by yours truly. Them dragging their heels is playing havoc with the production schedule of the other books in-studio.

Oh, and I'm not going back to Ipsos until middle of April at the earliest. Insert the expletive of your choice here.

he_dreams_awake, the more I think about it, the more I want to thank you for the honor you extended to me last night. I still haven't listened to the audio files -- I want to be in a stable place internally before I do -- and I'm still not sure I'm capable of doing what you ask of me (not because I don't want to, but because I'm honestly uncertain of my own worthiness), but I want to give it a shot. I let you down once. I hope I don't do so again.