Saturday night--unhappy restlessness;
Sunday--relentless silliness;
Monday--tears over a failure at work.
Time for an increase in the anti-depressant dosage, but of course the damn dumb doctor's office calls my home when I specifically gave them my cell number.
I don't want to cry again today.
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I believe my inlaws would suggest you pray harder. But they can bite us. Hang in there one more day.
You too, my dear.
Should I fedex some batteries?
I think there may be a dash of "end of August" in the mix, as I've been verging on useless wandering and too many carbs.
Oh, Royal Highness, whenever someone suggests I 'pray harder', I sometimes suggest that perhaps this medication, or other possible solution, might BE God's answer to my prayers, since He was obviously involved one way or another in its creation and its being available to me. Maybe He is waiting for me to stop being so lazy and whining to Him. Maybe He's saying "Hey, Dummy, Take your PILLS!" You know, that bit about God helping those who help themselves?
Just my evil ways, I know :D
Oh, Jammies, dear. No, XML is not supposed to make you cry. Assembler, however, is a different story.
In the meantime, reach into your bag of goodies and haul them all out and use as many of them at one time as you can.
Just don't electrocute yourself.
Yet another walker in darkness,
Becs.
Sherri, you remind me of the old joke about God, the boat and the helicopter.
Snarkrina, I'll pick up some AAs at the store this weekend, but your loving concern touches my heart (about the same way a 220 vold wire does, but still...).
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