anagramofbrat | Better things.

I figured I'd better post because my last entry isn't a good one to leave lingering.

Things are better? I still feel like I'm being slowly eaten by everything that needs doing in the next two weeks, but am less freaked out about it. Tomorrow is going to make me cry in terms of the busy, since I signed up to work Tax Free Saturday at CStore (at least it's not my first rodeo there) and then I get maybe three hours downtime before bolting back to Hamp to kitten Burlesque. It kinda sucks because I will barely see the kids on Saturday, but they're here for an extra day so I imagine hangouts and Minecraft will happen then. At least a little bit.

Burlesque's theme this month is Around the World in 80 Twirls. I'm going dressed as Carmen Sandiego because Fuck Yes.

I've taken up reading a lot of Robot Hugs lately. Much like Hyperbole and a Half, it's a depiction of depression that resonates with me. Ugh. If Robin Williams' passing did one positive thing, it ramped up the spotlight on what living with depression is like and how frighteningly common it is. It gets me thinking about my own mental fuckery and how other than popping a tiny pill that makes me not have panic attacks anymore and somewhat nudges me towards being able to focus better, I'm probably not doing the most to actually treat whatever is miswired upstairs. Hell, I don't even have anything like an actual diagnosis really, just patterns that have existed my whole life, and my various array of coping mechanisms, bad and good, that I've accumulated over the years. I don't know. It is a thing that exists and I'm sure I had a coherent statement about it at the beginning of the paragraph but I've since lost it.

Anyway. I'm okay. As you were.