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So, yesterday HAD been a kind of sucky day, but it got better
Yesterday was one of those days when I just woke up depressed and unable to do anything. The fact that the cat had pissed on the bed Friday night didn't help -- I'd spent Friday night sleeping on the floor in the first floor bedroom, which is carpeted. Reasonably comfortable, all things considered, but still, not a bed. Anyway, I had tons of chores to do, and they all seemed overwhelming. I needed to buy stuff to de-smoke the bookcases. I needed to de-pissify the bed. I needed to do class prep for Sunday morning. And I couldn't even find my car keys.
I sprinkled de-pissifying baking soda on the mattress, let it sit, and started to vacuum it up. And the vacuum cleaner a splode. All over the mattress and floor.
This sucked. Very, very badly.
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vonbeck to the rescue. He called and asked if I wanted to go out and see the new Zorro movie.
I thought for about an eighth of a second, and realized, "I'm depressed, I'm stuck, and I'm not getting anything useful done. Seeing a friend, and a fun movie, can only help." Besides, it gave me a reason to shower and get dressed. Which is useful for depression.
So, Ben came over, and we caught a 3:40 movie.
How is the movie? I loved it. It's got plot holes you could ride a black stallion with thundering hooves through, but who cares? Okay -- one example: towards the beginning of the movie, Elana divorces Alejandro (aka Zorro). For a bunch of contrived plot reasons (blackmail and the like). And I saw that scene, and I thought -- "Wait -- Zorro is Catholic."
And that's one of the MINOR plot holes. And they're all totally irrelevant to how much I enjoyed the movie. It was exactly what I needed to see, and exactly who I needed to see it with.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way back home after the movie, and I picked up some of the cleaning stuff, and some stuff for dinner. I figured, since Ben had kicked me out of a depressive episode, the least I could do was feed him. I picked up a can of sauerkraut, and, when we got home, I chopped up a couple onions and close to a pound of kosher beef hot dogs, and sauteed the sauerkraut, frankfurters, and onions with some caraway seeds and pepper.
It's one of those incredibly simple peasant food dishes that just can't be beaten in the winter.
We hung out for a couple hours, and eventually, Ben left to go out dancing. I wanted to go -- I'd told Mom and Dad about it, too, and they'd expressed interest in going to the Goth club with us -- but I eventually begged off, because I still had so many chores to do. Like, figuring out where and how I was going to sleep, working on the bookcases, and doing class prep.
I did manage to do class prep, and ended up basically sleeping on the non-pissy side of the mattress, wrapped in a blanket.
So, I declarevonbeck an Antidepressant Hero of the Revolution. (And, he wants me to mention, whenever I can work it in non-awkwardly, ladies -- please note: he's cute, and single.)
I sprinkled de-pissifying baking soda on the mattress, let it sit, and started to vacuum it up. And the vacuum cleaner a splode. All over the mattress and floor.
This sucked. Very, very badly.
Enter
vonbeck to the rescue. He called and asked if I wanted to go out and see the new Zorro movie.I thought for about an eighth of a second, and realized, "I'm depressed, I'm stuck, and I'm not getting anything useful done. Seeing a friend, and a fun movie, can only help." Besides, it gave me a reason to shower and get dressed. Which is useful for depression.
So, Ben came over, and we caught a 3:40 movie.
How is the movie? I loved it. It's got plot holes you could ride a black stallion with thundering hooves through, but who cares? Okay -- one example: towards the beginning of the movie, Elana divorces Alejandro (aka Zorro). For a bunch of contrived plot reasons (blackmail and the like). And I saw that scene, and I thought -- "Wait -- Zorro is Catholic."
And that's one of the MINOR plot holes. And they're all totally irrelevant to how much I enjoyed the movie. It was exactly what I needed to see, and exactly who I needed to see it with.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way back home after the movie, and I picked up some of the cleaning stuff, and some stuff for dinner. I figured, since Ben had kicked me out of a depressive episode, the least I could do was feed him. I picked up a can of sauerkraut, and, when we got home, I chopped up a couple onions and close to a pound of kosher beef hot dogs, and sauteed the sauerkraut, frankfurters, and onions with some caraway seeds and pepper.
It's one of those incredibly simple peasant food dishes that just can't be beaten in the winter.
We hung out for a couple hours, and eventually, Ben left to go out dancing. I wanted to go -- I'd told Mom and Dad about it, too, and they'd expressed interest in going to the Goth club with us -- but I eventually begged off, because I still had so many chores to do. Like, figuring out where and how I was going to sleep, working on the bookcases, and doing class prep.
I did manage to do class prep, and ended up basically sleeping on the non-pissy side of the mattress, wrapped in a blanket.
So, I declare
vonbeck an Antidepressant Hero of the Revolution. (And, he wants me to mention, whenever I can work it in non-awkwardly, ladies -- please note: he's cute, and single.)
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That was... probably about as non-awkwardly as you can work something like that into the conversation, which is to say, not at all ;)
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I'm just saying.
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Ps the LJ spell check doesn't know the word blog!
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I'm very amused by that.
I'm glad vonbeck made you feel better
We can buy a new vacuum cleaner when I'm back (or you can buy one now; check Consumer Reports Oct issue for ratings)
I love you; I miss you; I'll see you tomorrow.
PS Don't forget to account for the fact I'll need to go thru customs when waiting to pick me up. I'll radio you when we touch down, but I don't know how long I'll need.
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