I'm not quite as bubbly as this octopus is. I wish I was. I guess you're smart enough to know I mean emotionally.
I'm stuck in depression again. Hence me being labeled as a chronic depressive person. Sometimes I can function with it sometimes I can't. Lately I can't. It seems like I'm afraid to do anything and everything. I can't even seem to write a coherent post.
I can act like I'm ok. I have lots of practice with doing that. I've even spoken with some of you on the phone recently and probably sounded just fine when in reality I was a mess inside. I try to go through the motions sometimes. Maybe if I act ok somehow I will become ok. That kind of thing.
Mr. Skittles has this week off and his place of employment has a layoff the first week of January. He's a good guy to have around when I'm like this. He's a good guy to have around at any time, as far as that goes.
Our Christmas Eve gathering was very nice. I was glad we went across the state to be with everyone. Good people, good food, good memories made. Christmas day was quiet for us back at home and was spent in our jammies.