This week has been a piece of crap. It is a testament to how much I've changed lately, in terms of stick-to-it-iveness, that I'm even here today bitching about it.
I suffered a serious setback in my SSP, I got yelled at by a psychotic neighbour and spent most of the afternoon feeling bad about it, and I realized I missed the final episode last year of a favorite show. On the other hand, a friend I'd like to be friendlier with dropped by, D stuck up for me with the crazy guy, and I'm healthy, safe, and warm. Maybe life isn't so bad.
But just to make sure the week ends soothingly, I'm heading to bed with the laptop, D, and a couple of episodes of Big Bang Theory. Maybe the cats will come. And we'll start a new (better!) week tomorrow.