Not much to say this week. I've been sick and on the couch doing pretty much nothing for the past few days, so nothing worth mentioning took place. I'm in a bit of a rough spot at the moment and I'm beyond stressed.
Everyone says you approach death, whether your own or a loved one's, in five stages, but I'm stuck between anger and depression, with occasional bargaining here and there. I have a feeling it'll be a long, long time before I ever reach acceptance. Before the emails come pouring in, no, I'm not dying. I am very much alive.
Sorry if the dialogue in this one stinks. I haven't been in a very funny mood for awhile.
See you all next week.
11/06/2007