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Aside from not having posted in many months, I seem to be in some kind of funk. It's not disgusting out--okay, kind of humid (apparently) but not precipitating. This headcold that's been bugging me for a week seems to be clearing up, which is good. All in all, it's a good time to walk to the center of town to go to the library and do some grocery shopping. I also need to put clear nail polish on the hems of my heavily-doodled cutoffs so they don't unravel any more.

So why am I still sitting here?

I'd get a confirmation of the potential depression diagnosis the counselor at school gave me in March, but that would involve calling my doctor and asking for suggestions of who to talk to, and that ultimately involves effort. Which is kind of the sticking point here.

Come on, my girl. Up you get.

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"Come on, my girl. Up you get."

Why do I now have a mental image of your brain as Mrs. Merdle?

Because you are silly. And thanks for the support, dear!

(I kid. You are wonderful.)

(So are you. And you can do this thing.)

(Let me know if there is any way that I can help.)

Thank you, dearest. Um. Come to Arlington and administer a swift kick in the pants to get me moving? I think that's what I really need.

Okay. I am going to get my butt out of this chair, downstairs, and eat some lunch. On my way I will gather whatever bags I need. While I am eating lunch, I will make a List of Things to buy at Johnnie's. I will then proceed out to the library and then to Johnnie's. Okay, self? Okay.

...Or something.

\o/ You can do it!

(And then, when you come back, you will Skype with me.)

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