I’m still a dreamer. You can still get me to hope. And when I crash, as I’m always going to do, it’ll hurt that much more.

Took a spill today on the ice. Which, you ask yourself, after so many days (what, 2 weeks?) after the ice storm, who still has ice on their sidewalk? The answer is: way too fuckin’ many. I was on the Danforth across the street from Greenwood Station. Had been out to drop off my monthly…

Okay, lemme tell you about my day. No, is too long. Lemme sum up. Was at Second Career (sponsored by TDSB) from 9:30am-4:30pm, learning about how to put together a grant application to go back to school and upgrade my skills. Honestly, it was fucking intimidating. It’ll take me a couple of weeks to really…

It’d been on his mind since the cold weather set in. Living in a partially below-ground basement meant the heat wouldn’t keep in, not like his last apartment, where he was surrounded on all sides like a furnace. And now he needed to pay for gas as well, a cost he wanted to keep minimized.…

aka Corrective Cognitive Behaviour. I wish I could download an app into my brain that would assist in this. This was a major topic of discussion earlier today with my psychiatrist. When I get depressed, it’s hard for me to climb back up. I feel like… it’s out of my control to do so. And…

I can’t decide if I’m crazy, or just severely chemically imbalanced. Which could be the same thing. After spending several hours on the couch, feeling absolutely horrible after the past 21 hours, I basically order myself into the shower. Even if I’m going to be a lump, I’m going to be a clean lump that…

I’m awake. I guess that’s something. Did not want to wake up today. The alarm was set for 10am, and was in bed shortly after midnight. There was a fucked up dream where I was living with 11 strangers in a loft. Nightmare for someone who struggles to live with 1 roommate. I can look…

We have water coming up under the floor in the living room/kitchen. A pipe burst next door (best guess). I have no strength to fight this. It’s all gone.

The zipper on my winter coat is fucked. The teeth won’t grab. Discovered this first thing this morning as I was headed out to meet the family for breakfast. Five minutes I spent (futilely) trying to get it done up. Pissed me off, and set the tone for the day. There’s a phrase my friend…

Same as the first. This blog is getting harder and harder to write. It’s got everything to do with my state of mind, and my emotional state. I have NOT wanted to go outside the past 2 days; Wayne got me out for coffee on Thursday, and my friend Lisa tried to get me out…