So Here We Are

Just rolling along. I'm getting my couple of tasks done in the morning, taking a nap in the afternoon, and that's about it. It's not like I don't have any deep thoughts; I'm doing all that, and writing diary entries in my head all day, as per usual, they're just gone by the time I sit down to type. Ought to work on that; I'm awfully boring here.

I just wrote a long email to the Chum, in Maine for the summer, detailing my recent ups and downs, medical and mental, since the summer began. I hadn't really gone into it with her before. She's kind of the ultimate "up" person, or at least she likes to come across that way. It's not that she has no medical issues of her own, she does, but they never seem to interfere in any aspect of her life. So on the one hand, I sure would like some of that for my life, but on the other, I always wonder if she's thinking that if I just toughen up, I can stay on top of this stuff, too. So it took me a couple of weeks to tell her that I'm on the anti-depressants because it makes me feel like I'm admitting a huge weakness to her, even though I don't feel that way about it in general. (I think.)

Ooh, I just remembered what I wanted to write about today, but I need to gather some pictures first, so I'll put it on a post-it so I remember to do it tomorrow.

And now, I think, I will try to get some more of that book read.


WATCHING TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #1811
SUMMER BOOK #3: The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon