As the bumper sticker on my first car announced to the world, I am a caffeine-based lifeform. And I am feeling it in the foggy brain department today. Granted, that could be due to dust or mold, but I have no idea. All I know is if I throw beverage at it, it sort of lifts eventually. *raises mug of Airborne in toast to the world*

I’m still feeling some of the chemical/hormonal sad today, but I think it’s lessened. It’s always hard to tell, since part of being depressed is getting quickly used to being down and out. That is to say, you’re going down down and you just sort of accept it until you hit bottom, and then whelp, how do we get out of this one. I know that I convince myself every bit of the slope down that I’ve found some sort of balance, nevermind that it’s merely managing to stay upright as the rock under me skids off into the distance.

Still, I tell myself now and every time, perhaps this time won’t be as bad. Perhaps there’s enough Seroquel in my system that it’ll pull me up short and stop me from hitting that terrible bottom. If only optimism could truly give a person wings; if it did, I’d definitely have the power of flight. And maybe it does help… it’s always hard to tell, since it always ends up the same time and time again.

Anyhoos, I shall take myself and buckle down on doing some work. This is the last week before Christmas, after all, and I definitely want to hit our break knowing that I’ve got most things squared away.

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