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Thought of the day (yes, I generally only manage one):

There is no point in thinking about what is or is not 'normal' when it regards dealing with my mental health.

Dealing with. My mental state isn't normal, but 'normality' is never a fixed term and that's a whole other post. My mental state is definitely abnormal right now - I was told my default state is tired, ill, depressed and I can't say that I disagree. Coping strategies have to be developed.

Here's where the ridiculousness of 'normal' comes in.

It is not particularly normal for people to have carefully regimented timetables for their off-work hours. This is a part of the reason that I have never done it for myself - it's not something that has ever been a part of my life.

However, I'm depressed a lot. I forget what I should be doing, I let things slide, I spend hours doing Absolutely Nothing. I don't manage to keep up with RL or with online commitments, I barely manage to sort out my laundry. I most certainly can't keep my room clean. My mental state is not what I would term normal, so why the hell am I so convinced that my coping strategies should be?

I'm going to try and sort out a timetable tonight. When I should be online, what I should be accomplishing online so I don't end up spending three hours staring at Paul Bettany. Time to spend Sorting Things Out; washing up, tidying, making dinner, laundry. Time for flatmates. I may even be optimistic and sort out a time for writing in; even if I don't come up with anything good, getting into a routine of at least writing something every day would probably have benefits.

I just have to make sure I don't get de-railed. By, say, lack of blue-tack with which to stick it to the wall. That sort of thing. The smallest thing can interrupt my train of thought and then I don't get anything done, and I really think that this could be helpful to me.

If you see me online tonight, pester me about it, okay?


Health update: still sick. Eating soup and hoping that'll be okay with my stomach. *crosses fingers*

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You've probably already seen this linked from chaos_pockets' journal, but yes. This is why I love Joss Whedon, see.


Revenge, eh? So, mister Ellis — (swishes brandy in large glass) — let the games begin, unless they are games of skill, or physical exertion of any kind, or with math. I know the bitter bitter truth, why you are so threatened by my genius, my, class, my big glass of brandy. It’s because you’re so OLD, so terribly terribly OLD, isn’t it! Mountains were hills when you were middle-aged. I hear you left your wife for a younger, trophy Cromagnon. And that you’re… that a young person would find you strange, and… from many years of… you being… DAMN! This round to you, Ellis. But the game is far –(drains Brandy, gasps like beached whale) — from over.

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"The only currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with other uncool people."

-- Almost Famous

Please note: I can't cook

If you had me alone... locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? All comments will be screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.