When in doubt, return to your roots.

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Which, in my case, is...Dun dun DUN! Star Trek. There's a new ST LJ RPG (hah!) starting and I'm on the wagon. Why? Couple of reasons. One, I LOVE to RPG and I don't get enough of it with the Keep in the summer doldrums. Two, it's NOT with rabid fans who insist everything be perfectly canon and you can't do anything different because *whine*It's not in the shooooowwwwww!*/whine*, which they insist on only because they have NO LIFE outside of Trek and they're in their 30s. *shudder* Three, I get to be a Trill. *pats tummy* Spots, spots, spots, spots, spots, spots, spots. All the way down.

Whoot!

Yes, I'm grasping at anything to ward off the navy blues. My whinyness is for simple, silly things that I could fix if I wanted to. Well, maybe not the job thing. After six months I'm loathe to throw away a nearly sure deal. I need the stability of this job. No, it's not my preferred position. That's ok. I can deal with that.

I might be picking up on Wolf. He's been depressed often this week. I think we need some "us" time this weekend. No bills, no worries, something fun to do. Yes, that would be good.

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There ain't no such thing in America, sweets. Emergency rooms WILL charge you and your next of kin for a visit. Hell, we still owe BOTH ERs in our city 50+ bucks for visits when we HAD insurance. It's called "co-pay". Besides, my ear isn't an emergency. It's just an annoyance I'm treating with hot compresses.

As for Wolf, he won't go for it. He told me what happened the last time he went on antidepressants. Coming off of them was like coming off some kind of addiction. He had serious anger problems until they wore off completely.

I know the cause of the blues in him. There's not much I can do except be supportive, as always, and pounce him when he's willing to be pounced.