I've grown addicted to watching Mary Tyler Moore sitcoms I previously recorded. It grounds me a little in what I would describe as a feeling of "no direction". It makes me feel like there's a chance for me to make something of myself...that it's not too late or I'm not too old. It's funny, the older I get, the harder it is to see myself going back to school. That part of my brain is paralyzed with fear of the unknown. It's something that I'll have to overcome as I do plan on going back to school in a couple of years (once the debts are paid...ugh).

Yes, last name sore first name cold. It's a minor one that I'm battling with L-Lysine...I hope this stuff works. Heard from people that it did.

I hate cold sores, they scream "Look at me I'm hideous!" I'm trying not to stress out over it as stress will make it worse. So I've been thinking "so what, a cold sore, 1 in 4, blah blah blah". It's harder not to stress out over it when you know it may get blistery.

Oh the bright side, I did get my closet doors tonite and am crossing my fingers it will be put up over the weekend!

Til then, keep smiling and take care
Louise :)

I remember a few years ago when I fell into a deep depression. I was assigned a psychologist to get to the root of my problem. It did work tremendously well. My psychologist could have not bee more opposite to my personality though. She spoke in a very cool tone, her words came out slow and monotone. I didn't think she was human for the longest time. Then there was the snug black leather jacket she wore, the one that would creak each time she shifted places. It drove me to the point where I wanted to pull it off her back.

We spend alot of time trying to achieve that perfect sleek look only to look outside and see the doom of a rain cloud leering over, mocking us. Do we take an umbrella just in case?

As I just said, still no signs of a closet. Maybe tomorrow...one can dream.

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