A few notes:
1. The other day Mama and I were talking and she said, "It's a good thing you don't like alcohol. You probably shouldn't ever drink very much."
It's a family joke that I wouldn't be much different drunk than I am normally, so I figured that was what this was, but she was kind of serious, so I said, "How come?" She said,--
"Because of the depression. People with clinical depression shouldn't drink. Alcohol is a depressant."
And I felt awful.
It's so weird. I mean, for one thing, I do hate the taste. Also the smell. It makes me queasy and I just generally think it's kind of awful. I really don't have any desire ever to drink or get drunk. But I thought, "My God, that's terrible." And--it's because I've never, ever thought of this in long-term consequences before. I think of it always in the short-term: the pills, the nights when I can't stop crying, and how I have to be careful not to trigger myself on things, things like that. But honestly there are things that are still going to be relevant years from now. I can't drink, she's right. And I have to know that I might give this to my children. And I could still be taking medication when I'm forty. It's honestly possible.
I just never even realised that before.
2. Transformers was awesome. I love Bee so, so much. BEE. ^_____^
3. I haven't eaten yet to-day, and I really don't want to. I think I am going to change clothes and go to the gym so I can read more Chernevog. Possibly I will wait until Mama and Maria get home so I can ask if Mama wants to go too.
4. Maria. Yes. That is her real name, and she has told me she'd prefer I used it. She's not worried about internet stalking. :D So, for the record: my sister's name is Maria, Maria Elaine, and that is what I will call her from now on.
5. Chernevog is wonderful. >_> And makes me wibble like crazy.
