Life

That it is OK to ask for help. But, still hard.

“The majority of people aren’t sad because there is something wrong with their brain. They are sad because their lives suck.”

Having a rough night tonight, basically because I’ve got some medical stuff I want to take care of (like the callous on the bottom of my toe that’s going to get me my foot chopped off if I don’t get it scraped someday this century, and I’m down to my last bottle of Lantus and

Called in available to my temp agencies and scheduled another interview for tomorrow at 10am with yet another temp agency. That’ll be three agencies I’m registered with. In the meantime, on my tax forms, I put down that my occupation was “writer.” It felt much better than writing “employed.” Anyway, more GW edits. The book’s

Today was the first time since I moved that I managed to finish the entirety of my morning weights routine. Depression, laziness, and an inadequate room set-up for working out were keeping me from bothering to do it properly. Some of it is also that I don’t have a fixed time for getting up in

I moved in with my buddies Ian & Stephanie a few weeks ago, after they graciously offered to put me up rent-free until I can get my staggering credit card debt and jobless (ie temp work only, no perm position) situation all sorted out. Much of my silence has been because of moving logistics, sorting

Why? Why? Why?

I got up at 5:30 am this morning and it was cold and dark outside and I thought, “What the fuck am I doing? It’s cold and dark outside.” But by the time I was cognizant enough to realize how stupid this was, I’d already taken my adjusted Lantus dose, and half an hour later,

Thank God.