I'm thinking of taking another FMLA day.

I just ... I spent most of the weekend lying in bed or napping. And I still want to nap. That's usually a pretty good sign that my depression's acting up -- when all I want to do is lie in bed and do nothing.

It doesn't help that yesterday when I was talking to my mom about getting another job, she started going off about how people always think about the grass being greener on the other side and how my job pays well, doesn't it, and blah blah crybabycakes. The thing is, I haven't told her about the alprazolam, or about the FMLA, because I'm pretty sure she'd be really pissy and dismissive of me getting FMLA because of depression.

And for added fun, yesterday I checked to see when I finished the first draft of Heroine Addiction just out of curiosity. It was November 30th, 2009. And we're still polishing. It's not making me feel very good right now, if only because I really have a lot of faith in this one and it's just sort of ... you know, there.

So, yeah, not in the best of moods today. And it's either this, or I quit.

FMLA day it is, then, I guess. *sigh*

A giant sigh of relief.

I'm at school in the cafe, I've got my Duo and my lunch, and I feel much better than I would if I were at work right now.

This is made even weirder by how much being on campus used to stress me out the first time I went to school. I like this campus a lot more, honestly. I'm not sure it would have helped back then, but if I could go back in time, I think I'd convince my younger self to try to get into Keystone rather than IUP, right after I steered her towards the nearest doctor for a prescription for antidepressants.

Aaaaand now I'm going to try to write. Emphasis on "try."

EDIT: Aw, jeez, somebody tell me what to write. *headdesk*

... I've got nothin'. Except that useless white bird.

Who wants something to read?

Like, say, Heroine Addiction?

(Right now, two people have read it - me and the agent-shaped person. And I've sent it to a couple of people but haven't heard back, which ... well, shit happens, that's cool. I'm just working on stuff -- or attempting to, anyway -- and want other people to read it.)

EDIT: Okay, I think I'm good with readers for now. Thanks, you guys! :)

Otis and Simon are on the bed together.

I repeat, Otis and Simon are on the bed together.

Granted, Otis is at the foot of the bed and Simon is snuggled up against my arm begging for attention, but still. Otis still keeps doing that chattering annoyed meow whenever he's anywhere near Simon, so hopefully he'll get the hell over it soon enough.

Meanwhile. my mom tells me my brother showed her a cell phone picture he took of Wyatt on my parents' bed this afternoon. He hasn't been past the bottom step of the stairs in MONTHS unless my mom was carrying him to bed with her. The upstairs were Simon's territory. And now that Simon's here, Wyatt's getting adventurous.

Now all that has to happen is for Otis to stop acting like a big jealous baby and everything will be golden.

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In other news, I have an interview tomorrow with the rehab facility down the block. Here's hoping thing work out because the sooner I get out of the current job situation, the better I'll feel.