Just sitting here. The cats are going hog-wild all over the place, dunno why. Doesn't bother me, though, except when they do it at night. One of these days I do need to get another enclosed cabinet for my dolls so they won't get knocked over.
I think my cold might be getting better, thank gawd. Yesterday I was feeling a bit feverish. I went to the grocery store and bought the store-brand extra-strength Theraflu. Plus, I found my bottle of echinacea and started myself on a course of those. I'm low, though, and they're expensive -- damn. But anyway, I slept well last night. So right now I'm having my tea except my sense of taste is shot.
There you have Newpeep's health report.
I phoned Beth last night and told her what my shrink said to me and she got so mad she actually apologized for her. I do have to wonder what the hell goes on in the shrink's mind, berating me like that, when she knows that it's exactly what my mother used to do the whole time I lived at home. Maybe it's her version of "tough love" or something, maybe she thinks depressives have had enough coddling. It's okay, I've modified my relationship with her in my mind: she's merely an agent for the VA and is not my advocate.
Overall, I feel stronger inside. Even when the shrink told me for the umpteenth time, "You'll probably wind up being a secretary again," and it upset me, deep inside I was like, "it's her words and that's all they are, it's not reality." So, I didn't own it. Still, though, I marvel at her baldfaced statement, "You're not interested in art, you don't want to be an artist," just based on the fact that I'm not taking an art class this semester. Sure don't know where that came from.
For practicality's sake, I'll probably stick to English as a major and drop art to a minor when the time comes. And, even though I'd prefer to major in creative writing, I think I'll stay with just "general" English, as the creative writers have to take even *more* lit classes. And besides, the creative writing classes are just workshops, not lectures. So there's no real instruction on technique or what-have-you. I'm not so thrilled with workshops. The last one I took, even the instructor said that about 95% of the advice you get from others is unusable.
4:53 PM
Read the first two sections of Jude the Obscure. Love that title. Anyway, I relate very strongly to the character of Jude so far.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:14 AM
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