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Yesterday was a little rough, not so much from any individual event as because of all of the rest of the stress this week. Though we're still struggling to deal with K.T.'s depression. After saying she didn't want us walking on eggshells around her because her depression's out in the open, she had a spike because Matt decided not to play in her AD&D game. If she's going to continue reacting to things like that, how can we not be walking on eggshells? (Yes, K.T., I know you're reading this. But since I told you essentially the same thing yesterday, that shouldn't come as a surprise.)
Matt confessed to me in the car yesterday that he's definitely in the camp of people who think K.T. should just pull herself together - that he really doesn't understand what's so hard about that. I tried to explain a little - I've known several other clinically depressed people, and skirted the edges of it myself. But there's really no way to explain how you can have such a divided mind - how you can know something is completely irrational and still be unable to deal with it rationally. People who have never been close to that kind of depression can't possibly understand it. I'm not sure Matt believed me. I'm just hoping - with every fiber of my being - that the psychiatrist K.T. will be seeing will help; will prescribe some medication that she's willing to take that will help her force the rational and irrational parts of her mind to at least talk to each other.
I'm going to try not to talk about this here much more. I opened another web account yesterday, and in the next few days (maybe even today) I'll be starting another, completely anonymous journal. Maybe a "blog" to make it easier to update. I need some place that I can talk about things without having to couch them in diplomatic terms. No. I'm not going to give you the address of the new journal. That would completely defeat the purpose.
Thanks to all the stress of the past week or so, my period is late. I'm not worried about being pregnant, though, because I'm having all those fun cramps I get when my period is late.
And this morning my right wrist aches deep inside. I'm hoping that I slept on it wrong, while being terribly afraid that it's some version of a repetitive motion injury, like carpal tunnel.
Thank the gods Monday is a holiday.
Papa John's Thin Crust Pizza is the best thin crust pizza in the entire universe. We ordered it last night because it fits reasonably well into Kris' and my diets, being the lowest-calorie pizza on Papa John's menu. It was fantastic. The crust was actually crispy, not soggy with grease and sauce - and yet there was plenty of both sauce and cheese. I could've eaten the whole pizza, it was that good.
Word of the Day: kibitzer - one who looks on and often offers unwanted advice or comment (esp. card games); one who offers opinions
As much as I badly wanted to play tennis last night - I needed some physical exercise to bleed out some of the stress I've been under, and I wanted to hit something, so tennis was an excellent option - it's probably just as well that we got rained out. Matt had come with me to the Brandt's to play as well, and since Braz can't play with a broken arm, he'd have wound up sitting on the sidelines as a kibitzer.
News of the Weird: Bank robber uses gun and cell phone -- More than 30 banks from San Diego to Sacramento over the past year have been robbed by a man using the same MO: He chats on his cell phone until he reaches the front of the line, then robs the bank with a gun.
Authorities identified the suspect as James Joseph Lizotte, a hairdresser who has allegedly dyed his hair brown and blond between robberies.
- Rose Daughter by Robin McKinley
Current Projects:
- nothing much
Diet Progress: 10.5 lbs lost
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