The post I wrote and then accidentally deleted was about being horrifyingly, painfully depressed. For some reason it looked like it was going to post twice, so I quickly deleted one and there the other went, too!  Perhaps it was for the best, because I didn’t want to frighten anyone. I don’t know where this bout came from – my friend dying (my best friend’s husband); or the fact that Sir does not yet, still, have a job?

i had started writing autobiographical fiction (The Migraine Diaries) but feel now like I just can’t do any more. I used words carelessly in a blog I wrote earlier today, and was deservedly called on it by another blogger, and that just made me feel so awful. I fixed the offending term which was, unfortunately, a racist one. It wasn’t me; it didn’t even make sense in the context. So maybe there is such a thing as too depressed to write, and maybe I’ve reached that point.