I gave it the old collage try (mm .. glue), but the alcohol didn’t do much by way of fixing all my problems. I got extremely drunk extremely quickly – I am nothing if not extreme – then had a very bad headache for a great many hours afterward. I also turned lobster red – I was dubbed Zoidberg for the night. All in all, a failed experiment.

I don’t know why I feel so out of sorts. Things are quite well – there is a kitten, and new boots. My job is great, I love my apartment and the assorted creatures in it, and there is nothing looming over my head like some sort of horrible spectre. This, then leads me to think that perhaps TEH DEPRESSIONS is rearing an ugly head – except this time I am catching it as it happens instead of letting my world implode and then realizing that I am insane again.

Usually there is much to be said for progress, but this feels like a hollow victory.

I think I will listen to some happy music, doll myself up a little, and maybe ask Ed to put on that assless kilt and dance around a little for my amusement. That, or go shopping. Maybe both – at the same time!

Wait, that would get Ed arrested.

Which could also be highly amusing, actually.

Excellent.