This is how it sounds...

When someone gives me some well-intentioned advice about how they manage their moods by just not allowing themselves to be depressed, this is how it sounds to me:

Annnd how does that typically turn out?

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A weekend in the life

Saturday: sleep.

Sunday: sleep, have trouble getting back to sleep, have trouble waking up again.

Wake up, collect myself and head out the door to dogsit in record time from feet on the floor.

Dogs! Hello, dogs. Deacon hadn't done all of his morning laps yet, so that happened. He's ... 16 now? And his joints are going. My aunt's noticed that when he keeps moving, he doesn't lock up so much, so he does 10 laps through the back yard and house in the morning and evening.

I realized that I had failed to bring my proper phone charger, and my external battery was all out of juice from the last bus ride. Happily, between the external battery and my bag of USB tat, I had a wall adapter and a USB adapter, so my phone's going to stay alive while I'm here. Yay!

I'm sitting around catching up on Twitter and listening to podramble.

Let us not inquire what the black dog has been up to.

Azz: Aaa horking poodle :(
voksen: my dog horked at the park last week
voksen: it was gross
16:25
Azz: Bark bark blue dog, have you any shit? Yes, miss, yes, miss: three bags of it.
HopefulNebula: Yep. That's about it.
16:27
Azz: One by the staircase, one by the tree. One that I shat while you ran from that bee.