Thanks to my wonderful, sweet, loving
dreammadeflesh, I now have a price list, in both dollars and yen, written on my thigh in marker that does not seem to want to wash off. This I stole from
kennfusion, and am posting here, as it needs to be seen by all, as it is immensely entertaining and surreal. Work Safe Porn
There's something so odd about it ...
I've got to leave for work in a few. Consequently, I've got to find clean scrubs. I have one set that I know of, and hopefully a set at my mom's house. If not, I do some hurried laundry tomorrow and hope that no one at my mom's has any laundry in the machine.
My mood has improved greatly. Taking two days off from life in general, plus liberal quantities of liquor, seems to have been what my brain needed ... a break from the grind. Like I mentioned in my last entry, just getting the computer system up and running is a huge load off of my mind.
(Sidenote: I'm an unlicensed vet tech. I'm still wondering why it was my job to set up the computer system.)
Anyway, I'm still not feeling totally back to normal, but some of the blackness is lessened.
I have a couple leads on good therapists that I will be looking into. Hopefully, I can avoid ever having to go on medications, but I don't want to ever have to go through that again, either. These less few weeks have been hellish on me.
I read through other people's journals, and feel bad that I am unable to be there right now for my friends. I hope you all understand that it has been a struggle just to take care of myself. I will try to be a better friend, in the future.
Michael, to me, just a few minutes ago: "It's been a good night for both of us. I haven't lost my temper and you haven't broken down crying in nearly twenty-four hours now."
Yes, it is the healthiest of relationships.
I'm tentatively planning to take michael to the river for his birthday ... assuming we can both get the time off. i so need a real break. so does he.
