Day Eleven: I’ve Got Just Enough Time To . . .
Write a very short post.
Hello. How are y'all doing? I'm doing fine, considering.
Considering what? That I live in a town with 4 buses. I have no working automobile. I'm agoraphobic with panic disorder. I'm sick of everything in my life with the exception of my child. I just found out that between June of 2001 and October of 2002 I was completely wasting my time. (And the years after that weren't spent too wisely either.)
Oh, whine, whine, moan, moan. I know, I know. I'll come up out of this depression in a little while. I have a doctors appointment in a few weeks. Maybe one of the doctors will be able to help me out, or at least tell me what's causing me to feel this way. (Two months ago I was fine. I don't know what has changed. My mother thinks its early menopause. I'm only 36. ---Thanks, Mom. You really know how to cheer a person up.)
I'm really too depressed. I'll try to cheer up by tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight. (I wonder what the Thread is over at x-entertainment.) So, I'll say good-bye for now. Goodnight and may your tomorrows be peaceful and plentiful.
