I got a job in 2009, which makes it much better than 2008. Makes it a year I'll talk about. It's a job I enjoy, one that challenges me, one I'm good at, one where they like me.
And so I learn how much of my self-image is tied up in my employment, and that a large part of my depression was situational.
The migraines continue, and I guess they're pretty bad still, but they're better and I can work 40 regular hours around them even if I take more dilaudid than the doctors like. It's less than it was.
Is it wrong that I really want to hear about sarameg's inappropriate international fling?
(you're not the only one, Stephanie!)
(omg. i just realized i had no inappropriate sex in 2009! only appropriate. that's so weird!)
ION, no. Tell!
OMG, you are such a tease!
N-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ce, sarameg!
ooh, fling while on vaca with parental units?! You have gonads of steel, man!
It's not the first time. I'm demented. Or something. Broken??
eta: I haven't managed to leave the country without doing...somethingsomething. It's expensive. And usually of poor planning. But fun!