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Jan. 12th, 2012 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowMy depressive episodes apparently can be so mild that I can barely identify them except when I start losing my interest in breakfast and food, and when I'm tired no matter how long I sleep, and when I'm not looking forward to returning to school or starting my new research project or... Much of anything.
In other news, I felt all inadequate about my novel and I figured I probably hadn't hit any major work count -- I don't count the word counts since I write in Wordpad -- and actually apparently I hit 60K words in Chapter Twelve. Woo?
Also my mother's new dog is tiring. And she's getting pictures of the children taken together and I'm just... Not in the mindset to be shoved into a camera and forced to be happy.
And everyone's hatred for my mother seems to be slowly increasing. I keep hearing the same reason: "All she does is put you down."
Now to keep an eye on my pasta and take a shower and try to find SOME outfit that will work at the photographer's.
Edit - I can't even take a shower because this dog peed all over my carpet and the suitcase, and tried it again on my mother's hardwood floor, and then wouldn't go outside.
I'll still be in my pajamas when my mother arrives home for the appointment and I'll be blamed.
Joy.
Tschuess.
In other news, I felt all inadequate about my novel and I figured I probably hadn't hit any major work count -- I don't count the word counts since I write in Wordpad -- and actually apparently I hit 60K words in Chapter Twelve. Woo?
Also my mother's new dog is tiring. And she's getting pictures of the children taken together and I'm just... Not in the mindset to be shoved into a camera and forced to be happy.
And everyone's hatred for my mother seems to be slowly increasing. I keep hearing the same reason: "All she does is put you down."
Now to keep an eye on my pasta and take a shower and try to find SOME outfit that will work at the photographer's.
Edit - I can't even take a shower because this dog peed all over my carpet and the suitcase, and tried it again on my mother's hardwood floor, and then wouldn't go outside.
I'll still be in my pajamas when my mother arrives home for the appointment and I'll be blamed.
Joy.
Tschuess.
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Date: 2012-01-12 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-13 01:39 am (UTC)As to your mother, her dog, and mental discomfort -- I'm sorry to hear things are tough right now.