lovedLess depressed now. On Monday night, I posted at 1.30am about how miserable I was & no one loves me & waaah and two people promptly picked up the phone and called me. Just the fact that people remembered that you can call me anytime - if my mobile's on, I'm awake & vice versa - and thought to try calling was enough to make the whole delusional house of cards that I'd been constructing come crashing down. It's difficult to rationalise that everyone's sick of talking to you when you have clear evidence to the contrary. In depression, I forget how damn lucky I am to have the friends and partners that I do.
Talking of which, here is some NAKED GIRLFRIEND ART. That is art of the naked girlfriend, not by her, btw. Work-safe in as much as naked people are (i.e. if your work frowns on nakedness even in the arty sense, don't look while you're there) :)
I am excited by the plans that I have for the weekend. I hope they work out.
