Oooh, another thing for your sister, Laura, is Uncle Stephen's letter to a woman suffering depression: [link]
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And just when I thought I couldn't love Stephen Fry any more.
I'm just all paranoid and impatient and don't know how I'm going to make this all happen in a month, especially with the holidays.
Heh. You can do it. It's easier than you might think!!
Hugs to Laura. The only thing harder than dealing with your own depression is dealing with a loved one's depression, IMO.
Smonster... t tacklehug! Just 'cuz.
What a sweet letter.
argh! I needed a few more tablespoons of confectioners sugar, but I said "hey, I can let that go, the icing is sweet enough". Then I went to put saran wrap over the bowl and there wasn't enough.
I could go to the all night Giant, but feh. I suppose I could also use some cold drugs.
What's messed up is that my big issue is that I don't want to put on a bra. Hmm, maybe if I wear a coat.
Wear a coat, Vortex. I totally go to the store in my pj's with a coat over when in a pinch. At least you have on outside pants!
Today I went to our 2nd annual T-giving breakfast for punkin pancakes, braved the grocery store which turned out to be oddly easy to get through, did some laundry, hemmed some pants, went out for a beverage with friends, and have just made a pot o'soup (for eating over the weekend) and punkin dip for T'giving tomorrow.
Look at me being all productive and shit.
At least you have on outside pants!
weeeeeeeelll . . .
At least you have on pants!!!
(Maybe?)
Pants are overrated.