Depression big time sucks.
I talk too much. Overexplain. Egad.
I just got a copy of Calvin by Martine Leavitt. It has to do with Calvin and Hobbes and mental illness and stuff so it looks really interesting.
I’ve been kind of trying to read Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin the last week or so. I don’t know if I’m trying to read too many books too close together, or if I’m just not in the mood for a book geared towards a younger audience that I’m used to, or what, but I haven’t been able to get ‘into’ it yet. I’ll probably like it later (maybe when I get past this depressive episode), because Newbery winning/nominated books are usually my faves.
Tomorrow I am GOING to get back to work on my current WIP. At least a little.
Why do I always forget how nice it is to listen to music? It’s not like this is new information.
Mozart is the bomb.
You don’t have to love something as much as someone else to be excited for them when THEY love it. Along this train of thought, disparaging something that someone else is excited about is, in general, pretty rude and kind of selfish. Especially if it doesn’t hurt you a bit to be excited for them.