The great thing about suffering from clinical depression is the high you feel when you're just feet above the dumps.
I actually love my life BECAUSE I just spent 2 hours grading 8 essays. And they were awesome!!! Makes me feel like a good teacher, but it's probably just the hundreds of dollars these kids parents have spent sending them to after school grammar classes, and summer grammar classes, and on and on.
I actually love my life BECAUSE I'm writing this post 10,000 feet above land. So lame, but it's so cool to use wi-fi on a plane.
I actually love my life BECAUSE my homeroom class simply reminded me of the beauty of music. Last time I bought something on iTunes was July . . . JULY?!?!?!? That is so not me (depression attacks the weirdest parts of my life). When Zoe and Noah held the vote for 5 songs to be in the Halloween dance, I realized I knew none of the 11 songs in the running. That was a sad day. But as we speak (write . . . read?) my new buddy Mat Kearney is blaring through my nano. Thank you 13-year-olds.
All these little bits of happiness actually make my severe hatred towards my OBGYN just a little bit smaller. But that dude and his office staff are still scheduled to receive a letter full of bitter-nastiness.
10 months ago
3 comments:
What'd the OBGYN do to deserve such a nasty letter?
Now, now, now. You are sounding like one of those ranting, raving Bassetts. Please let's talk about it before you send any letter. Meanwhile, ask yourself, "What would Jesus do?"
I think these ob stories belong on kisses and icecream?! It's been a while since we have had anything like that up for conversation!!!Have fun in UT
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