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		<title>premiserable syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 07:25:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I keep finding myself trying to describe what it feels like to get depressed. Which is ridiculous, if you think about it, because it&#8217;s not like I sit around trying to find the words to explain not being depressed &#8211; and, let&#8217;s face it, if you look at the averages that&#8217;s how I spend most [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="clear: both"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crankymama/2204391431/" class="image-link"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/2204391431_b1e07e958e.jpg" height="500" align="left" width="387" style=" display: inline; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a>I keep finding myself trying to describe what it feels like to get depressed. Which is ridiculous, if you think about it, because it&#8217;s not like I sit around trying to find the words to explain <em>not</em> being depressed &#8211; and, let&#8217;s face it, if you look at the averages that&#8217;s how I spend most of my life. But the Prozac (you knew I&#8217;d talk about the Prozac again eventually, didn&#8217;t you?) has been working, so there has been much less of the doom and gloom and somewhat more of the <em>hey, look at that, things don&#8217;t suck entirely!</em> which is a very nice change and I hope it stays that way.</p>
<p style="clear: both">But.</p>
<p style="clear: both">So I just snarfed a huge piece of really gross cake and I feel elephantine and miserable and I really want to sit in a quiet room where I have no projects (over)due and no one is demanding that I console them while they <em>pee</em> on me,* for christ&#8217;s sake, and maybe, just MAYBE, I can sleep for more than two hours at a stretch, please, yes?</p>
<p style="clear: both">*The kid is having a slight potty-training relapse. I mention this in case you were entertaining notions of a more adult nature, which, ew.</p>
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