2006-10-26 - 12:00 a.m.

Everything is all achey.

Maybe if I was an old world grandma I would consider rubbing antidepressants all over my chest, back, and arms. They fix everything, right?

I'm less than what I want to be but at least I am baking (sometimes) and planting flowers and sewing a crossplay Halloween costume and reading good comicbooks and other things that are supposed to make me feel better about life. Are these the things that are important to me? Yes. Is there something wrong with that? Sort of.