Sneezing is the worst feeling in the world

Ok, maybe slight exaggeration, but I absolutely hate that feeling. I refuse to get sick again, so this better just be because of cat hair.

Work's been pretty spiffy recently. No huge accidents or anything (knock on wood), no one behaving horribly, and no one has hit on me recently. Real Madrid has not lost or conceded a goal in 2014, and Varane might make his comeback in the weekend match.

Oh, and last Tuesday when I was at the house, a client from another day program introduced himself to me, and then promptly said that I might as well call him a penguin. He was a really fun dude in general, just really nice, even if he did talk about penguins the entire time I was helping him with his lunch.

Ugh ugh ugh

I hate winter so much. It's not even the snow, it's that even though I expect it, I'm still hit with a dip in mood and overall mental health. I've lived with this long enough to recognize that I'm constantly worrying that I'll die in a car crash, or fire, or walking down the street, and that the inability to get up in the morning means that I'm becoming more sluggish overall, and that the fact that I have this crushing sense of inadequacy and like I'm imposing on others or making things about me and overstaying my welcome is probably a bad sign. It's not like I'm about to go off the rails, but even though I recognize all of these facts, it doesn't snap me out of the rut. It's times like these that remind me how I should probably schedule a Skype date with my therapist, but I also don't want to talk. At all. And I keep falling into the thinking that keeping up with my routine will help me keep going, and while it's true to an extent, it's also apparently failing.

I'm just tired, and needed to rant somewhere so that I can try to work through everything in my head. Sorry.

Ugh.