I used to think, quite confidently, that knowing I was having distorted thoughts would help me clear them. I was kind of right but not all that much, as it turns out.
I know I'm depressed. I haven't bathed in a long time. I don't want to cook or clean or eat. I have trouble sleeping. I don't want to play WoW or eat the fudge brownies with peanut butter icing we bought me for my birthday.
Typing that all out makes it look a LOT more worrisome than I've been treating it, holy shit. But yeah. I don't want to do ANYTHING, and not even the fact that my pants don't really fit anymore makes me feel better (cause, yay, baby) because that means I have to go clothes shopping, and don't you know FAT women don't get to have sex, so we sure as hell don't need maternity clothes! So THAT should be fun.
On an entirely different note, Carolyn can do the alphabet up to F and sometimes G now, we're shopping for a new-to-us car (looked at the HHR yesterday and I love it, looking at the Malibu Maxx and hopefully a Vibe tomorrow), and I came up with a really great way to pull my 2010 NaNoWriMo into a fully fledged series.
Speaking of which, is there anyone out there with AIM or possibly e-mail that would like to chat with me about this? I do my best writing thinking when I'm writing down my ideas to clarify them to someone else (and ILU wolfshark
for putting up with my spontaneous doing that earlier! I try really hard not to do that without explicit permission, lol), but since this is an original Fantasy hint of Sci Fi & future steampunk novel, it's not as easy to find sounding boards, hehe.
How is everyone else? To sum up me right now, I feel like a completely ungrateful piece of shit, let me tell you. We're doing well as a family (despite my lethargy. ILU, family), I'm pregnant, and life is good! Y SO SAD, SELF?
no tags because ugh, depressing.
ps. I can post a bit about the story in a comment/new post/edit if yinz are interested. I won't devolve into a puddle of misery if you don't, which for me is a plus today.