"Sunny Came Home with a Mission..."

Oh--hello. :)

I got to talk to Memise to-day! ^___^ She has a wonderful smoky voice, and she's fantastic, and (i hope) did not mind me being positively stupid on the telephone. ^______^

My feet are quite cold; this is a non-sequitur, but somehow important to me.

My new therapist--her name is Lesley--oh, she's wonderful. I love her office, and I love her clothes, and I love her voice, and she snarks and things. She also compared depression to a mob boss surrounded by his hitmen, which I think wins for-ever. She-- I think I might work out with her. I hope. I really hope. I kind of like talking to her, and I know I never really liked talking to Dr. Conti or Christine (this is pathetic. I actually was nervous of Christine from the first day, but I was pretty sure that if I said I liked her and was upbeat, I'd get used to it and not mind her, and by the time I finally stopped seeing her I hated being around her. I--I wasn't nervous with Lesley, so maybe this means things will be okay). Also, her hair is really pretty.

Speaking of prettiness, I feel vaguely so to-day. It's really not fair. I only feel pretty when there's nobody around to see; but when I go out and am around people, then I always feel awful and horrible and ugly. I need to take this up with my subconscious.

Waen: *stands on Soujin's feet and tries to force-feed her butter*
Soujin: ;_____; I can't eat butter!
Waen: This is Ed, isn't it? Get over him!
Soujin: Look, when you've had a relationship as long as we have, it's hard just to get over him!

Soujin: *pokes head in* We're out of bathroom tissue.
Waen: Toilet paper?
Soujin: *nodnod*
Waen: Toilet paper?
Soujin: Yes!
Waen: "Bathroom tissue". Next you'll be saying "trashbin". Oh, wait, you already do that.
Soujin: *hides*

So much of bed now. ^^