Propping up a dodgy memory

azhure asked me a question in one of my rock posts: (and randomly, just out of curiosity, do you ascribe to any of the metaphysical properties of stone?). The short answer was yes and no. The long answer will hopefully emerge below.

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Tomorrow I would be very pleased if I could go to work for at least 2 hours. More than that would be nice, and I'm bringing in an ergonomic knee chair to see if that helps my endurance at the desk. ( Read more... )

So, I have clinical depression. Quite severe depression as it turns out, but I've always struggled with the idea because my black dog is not the hulking heavy beast of nightmare: weighing my steps and casting its shadow over my soul. My black dog is a frisky labrador puppy with a vigorously waving tail, who manages to trip me up and make me fall flat on my face. Over and over until I can't get up. It then licks me on the face until I giggle, but I still can't get up.

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Perhaps oxygen is my friend after all. Feeling tired now after a disturbed night and another relatively busy day, but am still pleased with the day's progress.

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I'm beginning to have suspicions that the universe is trying to tell me something.

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