A lesson learnt

I should take notice when I get depressed. Usually it's because of MBS but now and then it's a harbinger of crud times to come. Here comes the cut, accompanied by a whinge.

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What else can I write to draw my mind away from this? A most excellent chum gave me a late birthday present, a string of large plastic red rose lights with which I have garnished the bed. I find them delightfully kitch, my lover gazes at them askance. Hmm. I suspect I will have to find another home for them.

Last night, we played Vampire, a surprising and interesting session, with a very intelligent resolution. I love this campaign and am glad to be playing again.

There is something else I can't remember, something my backbrain tells me to focus on, and I just can't quite catch it. Maybe later.

Tailspin averted

By deciding to ignore what I can't change.

Doubtless it will boomerang eventually, but I was reaching the point of enjoying White Flag by Dido, and lo, the abyss yawned. Besides, my mood has been spuriously lifted by a pagan chum describing Wicca as 'Christianity for hippies.'