How refreshing ...

Art by HR Giger

I tend to hide under a rock when I'm not feeling well, and if anyone asks me how I'm doing I'll answer; "Fine!". No one wants to know how I'm really doing, they just ask to be polite. However, yesterday I answered the phone when my husband's friend called. He told me all about the misery he was in and then he sincerely asked me how I'm doing. Telling him all about it was better than sex, really.

I so fucking hate being me right now. So much that I've almost forgotten how much I hate Christmas...