Death by Degrees
When am I going to learn to listen to these nagging feelings of doom? Something really bad always follows hard on the heels of this pit-of-the-stomach depression I get, and this time is no excuse.
I thought maybe it was the mild cold, but that's not it. I was hoping it would be, but no such luck. I need to go home and sulk.
I'm in such a funk I don't even think I can eat lunch on Caro's desk. Now, that's a bad sign.
posted by Mike @ 1:25 PM
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5 Comments:
Oh Mike, you've sure been having a rough time of it. Cheer up sweetheart, maybe it won't be that bad... gee, I hope not.
lotsa luv ann xxxxx
Aww, I wasn't even going to stop you from eating on my desk this time. You know I'm here when you get ready to talk this through, or whine or whatever it is that will make you feel better. I hate to see you like this.9 :(
Hon, anytime you need to talk, you've got my email. And I will happily get more done of my story for you, although an angsty story may not be exactly what you need right now....
Like Carolyn says, we all hate to see you like this, but I also know how hard it is to break out of a cycle of depression/funk.
Go get yourself some sushi from Wang's, make a mess, have some fun. And feel free to holler anytime you need to vent.
Oh, sweetie. One of us having the nagging feelings of doom is enough. I hope this works out for you soon.
Mike, chapter 3 is up now, as promised. Enjoy. :)
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