I have realized that I have spent the past decade turning my coping mechanism into a career.

[grinninfoole]

A clear sign my depression is waxing just now:  I find keep minor piano chords as my internal sound track, and I find myself imaging dying in various circumstances, and trying to come up with the funniest last words.  (What can I say?  Edmund Kean is my hero.)

In the mean time, trying to limit myself to ONE sticky bun.


EDIT:  Another Tuesday evening drained away at home suggests to me that my marriage might also have had an element of coping strategy to it.  M is the best anti-depressant available without a prescription.

Comments

[anagramofbrat.livejournal.com]

damn you. Now I want a sticky bun.

But that means my appetite's still good, so I guess that's a good thing.

Except I have no sticky buns.

Damn you.

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

You can get a great one at the Roost for only a dollar....

[anagramofbrat.livejournal.com]

I keep waffling on trying that place. I've heard good things, but it always looks like its suffering from a massive infestation of hipster cooties.

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

Here's what you need to know about the Roost:

Hipster cooties: check.

Somewhat pricey: check.

Friendly staff: check.

Somewhat slow, especially when busy: check.

Tasty food, especially desserts: CHECK.

Lots of pretty girls to watch: CHECK.

On the whole, worth a visit.

[anagramofbrat.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Will have to work on building up my immunities to hipsters then.

[ex-usakeh357.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry that you're feeling down like this, Mike. Let me know if there's anything that I can do to help. I'm at Gigi's place right now - the service for her mother was today - but maybe we can watch something together, the three of us? Let me know what, if anything you'd like to watch. Maybe tonight? I hope so.