Oops, had to take a break to give him his antibiotics. Bubblegum flavored! I checked! What cat wouldn't like that? Now his head is bright pink, and my left boob, too. Munch loooves his antibiotics.
I've had an interesting couple of weeks, livejournal. I finally (finally) said to myself, self? Given a choice, wouldn't you rather be happy? The answer is yes, strangely enough, although admittedly I don't remember what that means a lot of the time. Which is part of the problem, okay. So I grabbed my doc at the annual exam, and we agreed on some meds, and it seems I'm also going to be talking to this very nice, if rather conservative, psychologist type every week for a while.
It strikes me as entirely bizarre to be doing something useful and constructive about this situation. I mean, I know I come by my depression honestly; i.e., everyone on both sides of my family is prone to black fits. But, like, we don't do anything about it. That's cheating. Also, we have a strong belief that things you ignore go away, and if they come back you just ignore them harder. That works for a long time! Just, not long enough, I guess.
Anyway, I'm feeling kind of ridiculously optimistic about 2007. Truthfully, that in itself is freaking me out, but hey. I'm gonna go with it. Happy New Year, livejournal! More happiness for everybody, I say! It is entirely possible.
In other news, I'm thrilled by the fb I've been getting on my Sesa. Would anyone like to guess which one I wrote? I'm not going to screen, because where's the fun in that. I'll give you a hint: one feedbacker correctly critiqued my story as having "a little too many exclamations." Hee!