askye, you are loved.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I hope you got some sleep, askye.
Calli, thank you for being so loving.
Take care of yourself, askye.
I'm sorry, askye. I'm grateful Calli was there for you.
I'm trying to think what will make me feel better, but there's nothing. My anxiety and depression were already terrible before this, and I just don't know what to do with myself today.
It was helpful to me to talk things out with askye, too.
Askye, I hope today's first day of work goes well.
My anxiety and depression were already terrible before this, and I just don't know what to do with myself today.
Heh. And the antidepressant I started 1 week ago is giving me an allergic reaction, so I don't even have a working antidepressant to shore up my mental health.
I bought a big bag of Lindt truffles for last night's viewing gathering. (A gathering of 3, so I expected some leftover.) No one touched them. I am self-medicating with chocolate this morning.
Last night, when I went to bed to try (and fail) to sleep, I clung to my cat like a teddybear. He was remarkably forbearing, for a cat. But today he is sacked out in his carrier, snoring, all, "caring for the human is exhausting, man." Hope he's ready to keep on keeping on, though, cause this looks like one long tunnel.
The zoloft definitely hasn't kicked in yet.
Yo, I'm off work if anyone needs to talk.
Thanks, Smonster. I'm currently cleaning my house because my inlaws (who I think are pleased with these election results) are coming over. Bah. Apparently I'm to angry to finish sentences.