On the Wagon

Writing again. On the blag. Using my computer this time.

I consciously took some time off from blagging, that’s after writing every day since November 2011. And now I am back “On the Wagon” – so to speak, just in time for NaBloPoMo. Yay!

For the past few weeks I’ve been avoiding the computer at home. This means that I haven’t been working on my podcast like I used to. I need to do some stuff, but can’t drum up the energy to do so. It is time, however, to kick myself in the butt. I guess.

I picture an advertisement with my smiling face. Underneath would be the caption: This is what depression looks like. Because I’m still depressed. Some things seem very overwhelming. It’s like I’m treading water.

This advertisement with my smiling face and the depression caption: it amuses me. From the sardonic portion of my brain, perhaps. The same portion of the brain that imagines me creating Vine videos of my reactions to pictures of hot dudes in kilts, gasping out “Saucy lil biscuit!” while leering salaciously. Or is that leering salaciously whilst gasping “Saucy lil biscuit!” Either way, they are in jokes that only would be understood by me, which makes them pointless to execute. Or am I wrong?

I am better. Better than I was just two weeks ago. I’ve stopped taking my anti-anxiety med, and have been (mostly) sleeping through the night.

Because I’ve been avoiding working on my computer at home, I took the plunge and came to hang out at Panera Breads today, just like I did when I was going to school. With the thoughts that a change of venue would spark some action. So far so good. If I stayed home, I would be watching more Fringe. I know this because I watched two episodes when I woke up this morning. I have doubts I would be able to stream video here at Panera, so I am not tempted to try. Really I’m not. Really.

But here I am at Panera. Later today my plans include Grocery shopping and cooking. Just like I said on my blag post yesterday. In the meantime, I will get some lunch and try to write some more. Like a boss.

Or something like it.