*shrugs, blinking a bit*

Heh. As I said once before, it's good to know where I stand. It's better to know I stand there 'cause I chose to do so.

Becca's going to arrive in about 15 minutes. I really want to tell her and Ryan to go talk somewhere else, let me curl up with my book and nap a bit. However, I know perfectly well that all I'll really end up doing is trying to find somewhere to sit in the rest of the house, not thinking, barely reading, half-awake and half-alive. Two days in a row dealing with my mother is to say the very least somewhat draining. I want to feel ink caressing my skin. I want to know that I exist for someone. I want to believe that it'll all be ok someday.

*shrugs again* I also want the antidepressants to kick in. I'm fairly sure this is just a random mood swing; it had BETTER just be a random mood swing. In a perfect world, Becca and Ryan and I would go out to Shari's, then come back so I can curl up on the couch while he talks with her... most of my conversation I'd prefer to have with her alone but I can get a fair chunk of it out with him around, I think.

Ona less-than-bright side, Ryan's mood appears to be worse than mine.