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Where it feels like absolutely every skill and talent you've ever acquired throughout your life has suddenly, inexplicably, completely abandoned you?
I'm having one of those days.
My sketches are no good.
I closed my finger in the cupboard.
I got shot (Translation: I hit my hip off the corner of the table).
I broke my BRAND NEW vacuum cleaner.
I have disgustingly annoyingly terrible writer's block.
I walked into a spider's web and met the spider face-to-face.
And it's not even 10 a.m.
Happy Friday.
I'm having one of those days.
My sketches are no good.
I closed my finger in the cupboard.
I got shot (Translation: I hit my hip off the corner of the table).
I broke my BRAND NEW vacuum cleaner.
I have disgustingly annoyingly terrible writer's block.
I walked into a spider's web and met the spider face-to-face.
And it's not even 10 a.m.
Happy Friday.
Today Was A Good Day
I got up early. I worked hard. I ate well.
After work, my fiancee took me to a local coffee shop because they just announced their new Butterbeer frappe, and he knows my obsession with all things Harry Potter.
We came home and took the garbage out. Played with the dog. Now, he's playing his video game and I'm eating an egg sandwich, listening to my music, and counting every last one of my blessings.
Today was a good day.
Sunday Happiness
This is gonna sound largely inconsequential to most of you, but I don't care. I'm happy.
These past few weeks have been a bonafide shitstorm. I'm gonna lay it out for you.
1. I usually only take my car to the dealership garage that I bought it from. Yes, they cost a little more, but they also stand behind their work more than anywhere else. I needed to have my winter tires taken off, and they weren't able to get me in until the 24th of April, which, as most of you know, is a little late and I didn't feel like getting a ticket. So, I took it to a different garage that could get me in sooner. They took the winter tires off, put the all-year t
Adventures In Depression
I've had depression for a little over ten years, though I've only really accepted or admitted in within the last three or so. It was not something I wanted to identify with. I'd seen how destructive it could be. People close to me had depression, and I witnessed how violently it overpowered them every day, and that was not the kind of life I wanted to live. I always thought to myself, "That's not fair; that's no way to go through life." And it's not fair. It's not fair to have a disease that you have no control over that, instead, controls you. So I denied that I had it. I denied it until I was blue in the face, even though my symptoms were p
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