But It’s Me You’ve Come To Despise
Oops. I slept for 17 hours today. Approximately. That wasn’t smart. I’m not sure what happened. I guess it must be the whole Mathilde thing that got to me. I was up for 30 minutes, but crashed back into bed. I don’t think people who haven’t experienced depression on their own body can truly imagine how crippling it can be.
My dad is home from Greenland by the way. For the summer vacation. I’ll write more about that another time. Most likely.
Once again, thank you for all the supportive comments. And for the post cards, Anne. Lovely. Say hello to the dunkels.
Ho hum. Almost bed time again.
June 30th, 2006 at 11:23
Deb – But the bed is so goooooooood. I love sleeping. I talked to my therapist about it, I know I must stay away from the bed. Maybe I should learn how to sleep standing up.
I should make a list like that. I think it would be full of goats, most likely.
I’ll write about my dad soon. If I can sort out my conflicting feelings.
I love the kids at the playground. I love when they ask me what my favourite animal is and I say “goats” and they go “whaaaaat” because they think cats and dogs are what humans are supposed to love the most. But they like the goats too, most of them. Especially once they learn that Mads isn’t evil or dangerous, haha. They even feel bad for him when he’s grounded now. Mads is going to have a hard time keeping his “I’m badass” reputation up.
July 1st, 2006 at 17:25
hey be on soon?