Yesterday, I guess I did something wrong and took out a pallet of beer and damaged a steel shelf it rested upon. I refuse to admit that I am the sole cause of this and there will be NO MORE said about this incident.
That said, I feel slightly better than the suicidal crush that accompanies the down part of my depressive cycle. I thank my doctor, and the Celexa-clone. It came just in the nick of time and calmed me down.
Three more days in that God-awful area of the cesspit.
I'm okay. Like my dear one said, 'it's okay'.
Yes, Jen, it is.
See ya'll later.
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