February 6th, 2011

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lessons

The depression is hitting me hard right now. I think I've made some kind of progress somehow, then I am easily shown how much this is not really the case. I always have trouble with orders of magnitude. No, I don't want to talk about it, unless you can somehow arrange for me to spend the rest of my life soaking in hot sulfer springs and writing poetry. What things I could manage, with access to brimstone, and ink, and paper. What things.
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even just a little competence can help

I'm feeling much better now. In large part because I managed to get the glass that had fallen into and become stuck in the garbage disposal out, without breakage and all-by-myself. Really, the glass and the sink just had to cool down enough to contract and not be the exact perfect fit for each other... I lifted it out easily a few moments ago. But when it first got stuck, and I couldn't get it out, or get the the water to drain from the sink, it was more than I could deal with.

So I let it sit, and things cooled down, and the water drained, and all is now well. And I feel so much better, and so much more competent, and it was such a little thing. What fun this mental illness thing is! Yeah, being retired on disability is great.