raybear | (no subject)

Right after I posted about everything being kittens and rainbows, I had a near meltdown, drop-off, frazzled afternoon. Of course. The only time I didn't felt crappy is actually during the 45 minutes of rehearsal with

foxycoxy. A combination of a focused task, moving around and getting sweaty, I think. Once I was sitting on the bus again and left to my own devices, it quickly washed over me again and hasn't really let up. Now I'm at work, faking it, with my sweater zipped up to the top so I can fit half my face in it. Kinda like

broqued here:

Its almost as soothing as the hoodie pulled over my head.

It will pass. Deep breaths and all that. Taking pills is not a perfect cure, and I know that, I don't expect it, but still, sometimes the low feels worse when you're out of the habit. Keep at it, raymond.

ETA:

vfc called me about 2 seconds after I posted this and left a hilarious story on my voicemail. I like when the universe has benevolent timing. Also, I was just looking at that photo again and realized that jacket is perhaps hanging in our coat closet because B loaned it to DYA awhile back. I came across it last week, looking for my coat, and I thought "who did one of us sleep with that left this here?!?!? oh. never mind."