thank you for listening to me whine and complain last night. you know how much i hate imposing on people like that, but i don't think you know just how much it was appreciated. :)
btw, don't think that i've forgotten that i've still got prying to do. i'm sure you're issuing the same threat at me.
i'll never understand people who become self-destructive when they're depressed. i've been highly depressed in my life, but i've never more than considered doing something self-destructive. then i realized that it wouldn't do anything but worsen my problems. maybe i over-analyze things enough to keep me out of trouble or there's some sort of self-defense mechanism in my brain that overrides the desire to punish myself, reminding me that making things worse is a stupid path to head down. why it's so hard for others to grasp this idea eludes me. it isn't as though i haven't experienced such agony that i might seek death or punishment of some sort for my actions, but to go out and do something that will very definitely screw me up emotionally even more than i already am? *shakes his head* a hell that i can't even imagine...
the weekend was pretty ordinary and extraordinary all at once. the usual. :) i'm nearly through Speaker For The Dead (reading it for the umpteenth time). it occured to me why i like the Ender Saga as much as i do yesterday afternoon. i'll have to scribble out my diatribe when i have more time.