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.

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[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.

[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.