Yesterday’s posting is about to get heated in the comments. I was going to update you all on the depression I fought this summer and where it all is these days, but I’ll hold off in the attempts that the flame-throwing will get even more fun. C’mon, people! It’s a good ol’ flame-throwin’ session! Who needs therapy when you got a flamethrower, baby?
The quick answer as to how my battle with depression is going? Victory! I smoked that bastard. Life’s still stressful, but I’m not an emotional wreck anymore. In fact, I daresay I’m fun sometimes. Oh, and you KNOW I am. But, yeah, my keel’s pretty darned even these days. None of this numb shit people panic about when they talk about meds, tho.
More next time, kiddies. And a happy weekend to you, too!
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as they say Texas smoke em ;)