Although things are better, I'm still residually scared most nights. It pisses me off, because now I have to waste all this time picking myself off the floor so I can pick up where I left off.
But it could be worse, yes?
Because I hear Barbra Streisand in On A Clear Day in my head singing, "Go tuh sleep girl, go tuh sleep, go tuh sleep!" And when Barbra belts out a musical in your head, you know you're still crazy enough not to be depressed.
He may be a phlegmy lunatic, but I'm still stubbornly me.
2:11 a.m. - 2009-10-14