Dressing in Layers

as my mom would say. It's a cold night here in Northern California, and I'm taking mom's advice. We seem to be zooming in on a cat to adopt; it takes my mom quite awhile to accept change, so it will still take some doing.

our quasi-fake fire is blazing in the fireplace; it's one of those real-flame, fake-wood, gas-fueled fireplaces that are environmentally friendly but take all the fun out of having a fire.

I'm watching "Larry King" while waiting for supper, and he's dragged on the usual assortment of experts, first-hand accounts, etc., and is using his customary disaster-in-progress voice to cover the Mount Hood hiking tragedy.

It's funny how I come up with ways to fill empty time; I'm inspired to look over all of my finances, including credit card debt and the myriad student loans I have in preparation for beginning to pay them off when I get a job in June. It's so empowering to realize that my financial nightmare (another side effect of bipolar) will be ending soon. I despise the position of helplessness and victimhood into which the illness has put me all these years. Very resentful.

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