Salt for my wound

[captain_slinky]

And to top off my "Night Of A Thousand Maniacs" (see previous posts), last night was full of feverish half-dreams and fitfull nightmares, mostly about leaving Comcast only to get stuck in WORSE jobs (pushing stuff up a black dirt road to the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere) and khristle leaving me because I couldn't support the family any more.

...And then a slipped and fell in the bathroom, twisting my ankle pretty seriously. You know how every pain is amplified when you're sleepy and cranky.

And of course khristle is so sweet and understaning and caring as soon as I tell her about this she wants to make everything better... which just makes me start crying :(

I cry too much. Maybe I *do* need Welbutrin or something :( I'm just so afraid that any type of mood-altering medication would keep me from feeling *anything* the way I am meant to feel it, ya know? The low points in my life serve their purpose in that they make the high points just so much better! I don't want to miss that.

Comments

[captain-slinky.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) Yeah, I'm probably gonna stay away from the drugs and try to ride it out like I always have whenever I get my Period; Gilmore Girls, Ice Cream and Comic Books :)

[agelesseuridice.livejournal.com]

You forgot the popcorn and chocolate. Oh and those Payday Avalanches, perfect balance of chocolate and salt.