I'm not sure you can have a sainted devilbunny. it would be like having salty sugar... something's gotta give.

Now I want a grey sea salt caramel ...

Anyway, of course the devilbunny can be sainted! All will be explained once you accept us as the leaders of your future. Trust us.

Fuck. Crying again. Hate stress. Hate grad school. Hate research.

{{{{{ Hil }}}}}

Thanks, omnis.

Aww, damn, Hil. I hope the stress gets better.

Hey, Jilli--could you give me a call on the phone thinger? I want to bitch about an Evil Empire thing but I can't do it on mail.

... Just got back from squishing more mini spiders.

Gah.

Sorry to hear that, Hil.

I know how grad school can get, especially towards the end. Sleep is low & stress is high. A bad combo. If you can, maybe call it a night and get some rest.

{{{Hil}}}

{{Hil}}

I went to the beach a few days ago and felt really relaxed for a while after that. I guess the effect wore off.

Oh, Hil, I'm sorry. Such a huge achievement once it's done, but it seems like such a grinding misery getting there. I'm in such awe of anyone who even attempts it.

{{{meara}}} You've already gotten lots of great AD and talky meat advice, so I'm going to just point up at what everyone else said and nod. Plus, yeah, depression itself is brutal on your sex drive, and in the short term (if you even get that side effect at all, which you may not) it's much better to be feeling nonsexual but otherwise generally good than nonsexual and crushed by misery everywhere else too.

But, mostly, just {{{meara}}}. It's been a shitstorm of a year for you, and you don't deserve it and it can ease up any damn time now.

Lastly, it turns out that Matilda is still a total boo and Emmett has gotten seriously handsome.