*rubs eyes*

Babysitting the stepsibs...Mind you, it's not babysitting, seeing as how one is fourteen and the other is nine. But I see that it's necessary for a "grown up" to be here...If only to just ring out for pizza. Nah, I bought a copy of American Werewolf in London for us to watch because they wanted to see it again and my father's copy is at his mother's place...And I wanted to watch it again. And I have a scary feeling that maybe the oldest of the two wants to paint my nails some wretched colour...Whore red, I believe (in fact, I'm sure that's the colour on the bottle, lol).

Um.

I haven't worked out all week and I'm feeling all the worse for it. Even though I've decided against the Navy thing, I told myself I'd keep it up with the walking/running/swimming/lifting because physical exercise does good things for depression...I totally neglected that whole issue the last time I had an episode and that was awful. So, mentally and physically I'm...I mean, I'm alright, of course...But I could be feeling and looking better, and right now it's my fault that I don't feel better because I'm - admittedly - not making much of an effort. Guh.

Um.

Got some weed, lol. I have some very handy friends, it seems. Great quality - very potent smelling. Looking forward to giving it a bit of a go tomorrow night. Era, if you're reading this, return my message....

The Grinch is on in the background. Right now, it seems appropriate. Even though I love Christmas...I'm just not it that place right now.

I think after Christmas I might have to go and see my doctor.

Fanfreakingtastic.