I don’t yet have the words to detail what’s going on in my head and at my workplace. Suffice to say, I’m scared and I feel like crap. I said as much to a good friend who is a social worker and who also struggles with depression. Here is her response:____________________ Yes, take some time [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Contemplation
Posted in The Mook, friends, future plans, more happy pills please, work on 08.20.2008 | Leave a Comment »
Lies I’ve Told My Daughter
Posted in The Mook, solo parenting on 08.16.2008 | Leave a Comment »
If you put your arm or head out the window of the streetcar, a bird will poop on you. [Do I really need to impress on her my paranoia about having a limb or face ripped off by a passing vehicle?] Yes, we can go…but that’s Centreville. [$50 excursion or $25 excursion, which - ultimately [...]
Reality Check
Posted in dating, solo parenting on 08.15.2008 | Leave a Comment »
Lastly, no kids. I’m sorry, that sounds kind of harsh, but I’ve got this romatic [sic] notion that one day when I have children I want to experience that for the first time with my partner and take that journey together. I want it to be something new for both of us and to ‘learn [...]
Don’t Obsess
Posted in dating, sex on 08.08.2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dear me: Remember what we talked about the other day. About it being just sex? Yep, that convo. Well, it still stands. Checking your e-mail every 3.2 minutes will not magically make an e-mail appear. No matter how close to love-making that ‘just sex’ felt, it was (remember this?) just sex. Now get some work [...]
Repeat After Me
Posted in dating, sex on 08.06.2008 | Leave a Comment »
It’s just sex, it’s just sex, it’s just sex. The man who will be arriving at my door in an hour is just here for the sex. To see whether I look like in person like I do in the erotic photos I sent him. To find out whether I will act on such things [...]
3 shades of crazy
Posted in more happy pills please on 08.03.2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have an appointment for a shrink. In 2 months time. Until then…well, more medication. Less thinking. Which is hard to do since the new pill, the little blue one, keeps me up til all hours. 2 months. Two. Tho I suppose I should be grateful. A psychiatrist is not easy to come by. Tho [...]




